Adrian’s back teeth ground together as his fists flexed against the padded hand grips. Gabe had about five seconds to get the guy talking before this ‘silent partner’ stepped in.
“Do yourself a favor and take another look.” Gabe’s voice had dropped to a level that caught the asshole’s attention.
With an exhale that made Adrian want to throat punch the little fucker, Slay stopped what he was doing and looked at the phone again.
“Nope. Sorry.” He looked up at Gabe. “I don’t recognize her.”
“You sure about that?” Adrian dropped the silent act.
Slay looked up at him and blinked, almost as if he’d forgotten he was even there.
That’s right, asshole. Take a good, hard look.
“I just told you I don’t know that chick.”
Remember, Walker. Dead men can’t answer questions.
“Thatchickhas a name, asshole” he bit out harshly. “It’s Jenna. And I was here the other night when you served her not one, but two drinks.” Adrian set the crutches aside and leaned his elbows on the bar all casual-like. “I stood right over there and watched you with her. You talked and smiled. Looked like you were really laying on the charm.”
Gabe cleared his throat, a clear signal for him to shut the hell up. Since the guy wasn’t his boss, Adrian continued on.
“A man bought Jenna a drink. He sat at the end of the bar, right over there.” He pointed to where the man had been sitting. “Tall. Olive skin. Real good lookin’ Hispanic guy.”
“And?” Slay snorted as he broke eye contact. “Last I checked, it’s not a crime to buy a woman a drink. I mean, I’ve kinda built a business on that shit.”
Oh, it’s going to besomuch fun beating your ass.
“You took the guy’s money, andyouserved her a drink that he paid for. A drink laced with Ketamine. I want his name.”
The idiot eyed the crutches, and apparently decided it was a good idea to grow a set of balls. “What are you, her boyfriend or something?”
Adrian’s voice lowered to an even deadlier calm. “Something.”
Gabe crossed his arms, stretching the arms of his t-shirt to their limit. He was clearly ticked off because, yeah. Adrian hadn’t followed the surly SEAL’s orders.
Thankfully, the guy kept quiet and let Adrian take the bartender for a spin.
He started a countdown in his head.Three…two…
“Listen, man.” Slay raised his hands palms up. “I’m sorry some guy dosed your girl, but I had nothing to do with it.”
One.
Moving hell fast, Adrian reached out and grabbed the front of Slay’s t-shirt. Pulling the scrawny asshat toward him, he didn’t stop until the guy’s body was halfway across the bar.
“Hey!” The shithead’s eyes grew wide as he tried breaking the hold Adrian had on him. “What the hell, man?”
From beside him, he heard Gabe mutter a low curse followed by a resigned, “Here we go.”
Getting right in the shithead’s face, Adrian released only a fraction of the anger he felt.
“Give me a fucking name!” The order came out as an echoing growl.
“I told you, I don’t know anythin—”
Using his free hand, Adrian grabbed the hair on the back of Slay’s head and slammed the man’s face against the top of the bar. The telltale sound of bones crunching was music to Adrian’s ears.
“Motherfucker! You broke my damn nose!”