“Not bad looking. Why do you want to find him?”
“He’s missing,” Mike lied. “I was told he hung around here sometimes.” Before Sage could say anything more, Mike spotted a man getting up from the bar. He made quick work of crossing the room to snag the stool before anyone else could.
After ordering a beer, he took out the picture of Watts again. When the bartender returned with his drink, Mike asked, “Do you remember seeing this man here last night, Mr.?” He looked at the bartender questioningly.
“Roger,” the bartender replied. Then he took the time to look at the picture before shaking his head. “Not last night that I saw, but he does look familiar. Before you say anything, I have an almost photographic memory for faces. Why are you looking for him?”
Mike showed the man his ID. “He was murdered last night. According to a guy he worked with, he came in here at least once, about a month ago, with a couple of other men.”