Chapter 17

“There aren’t. We’ll be starting with the ones Alex said he and Alan normally went to. Kelly has most of the others.”

Russ cocked his head. “They went to a lot of them?”

“Not really, but as you pointed out, the list isn’t long to begin with.”

By then, they were on their way to their first stop, which was in Baker. When they got there, Jake managed to find a parking space on the street, between the club and the second one which was a block away.

“I’ve been here before,” Russ said when they walked into the first one.

It was crowded of course, being a Saturday night, but they managed to squeeze in at the bar and order beers. When the bartender returned with them, Jake said, “If you’ve got a second…” and handed him one of the printouts of the stalker’s face.

The guy glanced at it, said, “He doesn’t ring any bells but it’s a lousy picture,” and moved on.

“That was no help,” Russ said.