Chapter 56 - A Taste of Your Own Medicine

*Noah's POV*

The young man stares at me for a long moment. I can see the wheels turning in his alcohol-addled brain, trying to decide if I'm bluffing.

"You know what?" he finally says, swaying slightly. "Screw you. I don't care who you think you are."

I nod slowly. "Fair enough."

I scroll through my contacts until I find the number I need. Marcus Webb. Private investigator, information broker, and problem solver. The kind of man who can find out everything about someone in under an hour.

"Marcus?" I say when he answers. "I need a complete background check on someone. Young man, early twenties, currently standing in Romano's Restaurant making very poor life choices."

The punk laughs. "You're actually calling someone? This is pathetic."

I put the phone on speaker so Marcus can hear him.

"Marcus, did you catch that voice?"

"Crystal clear, boss. Already running voice recognition software. Give me his physical description."