After that, we dropped the subject of Saunders, a.k.a. Cassidy. We finished dinner, and another drink, after which we retired to a room on the second floor before going our separate ways.
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I shut down my computer, tapping my fingers together as I leaned back, deep in thought. I had the information I needed from the club, linking Saunders to the name he used when he visited there—which turned out to be one to three times a month for the last six months. He was definitely a regular.