“Why don’t you get dried off and dressed? I’m going to call Mary and see if I can get some help from the other me about who hangs out at Sangre. We can shortlist as much as we can then.”
Jesse silently held his hand out, his fingers closing around Gideon’s as he helped him to his feet. Maybe Jesse was just tired, but Gideon noticed he didn’t attempt to turn away from Gideon’s eyes, or immediately cover himself.
“What should I focus on?”
Rest, Gideon wanted to say. Instead, he offered, “Make up a list of everybody you remember from the club. I know you don’t know names on most of them, but write descriptions. Any little thing. We’ll have that to cross-reference what the other me gives us.”
Jesse smiled. “I don’t know how much I’ll actually be able to remember. I was pretty distracted most of the time.”
Gideon retreated for the door, leaving Jesse to finish drying off. “Focus on the second half of the night when we were hanging at the bar. At least you were vertical then.”