Chapter 125

“Sure did. Not theirs, but the other guy sitting there said, ‘You sure River’s going to be okay with us inviting Andy?’ I remember the name because I was a big fan of River Phoenix’s before he died.”

“So it sounds like these two guys knew Andy?”

“Yeah, I think so. I’ve seen them come in a couple of times. They always sat at his station.”

“Thanks. That helps. What do they look like?”

“Eh, like people who’d hang out here,” the cook replied with a grin. “Jeans, T-shirts, work boots, hair a bit too long. Not guys I’d think Andy would be friends with, if you know what I mean.” He flicked his wrist.

Quinn refrained from saying anything other than to ask about the guys’ faces.

“Normal ones. No scars or tats. One had, what do they call it? A unibrow? His hair’s black. The other dude was dirty blond. Well, his hair was—and like I said, it was too long. He was real muscular, too, sort of like you. Sorry. That’s about all I noticed.”