The woman’s jaw dropped. “You want me to call the owner?”
“Yes,” he said, nodding his head. “If you could.”
“Will do.” He waited there while she walked over to the phone and then came back. “His assistant said he’s on a call but will be down as soon as he’s off. Would you like a drink while you wait?”
“A seltzer with lime,” he said. He pulled his wallet out.
“It’s on the house.”
He dropped the twenty on the bar anyway and moved away and took a seat in the shade under an umbrella.
Ten minutes went by before he heard, “Warren. It’s so nice to see you here again.”
He stood up and shook Hunter’s hand. The guy was cool and composed in tailored clothes like some Warren probably owned by the same designers.
But one thing Hunter had that no amount of money would ever give Warren was class.
The guy had it oozing out of his pores.
“Sorry to bother you,” he said.
“It’s never a bother,” Hunter said. “Do you want to talk privately? I’m assuming there is an issue?”
“No issue,” he said. “If you don’t mind walking a little so there are fewer ears around.”
“Of course,” Hunter said.
The two of them moved past the bar and walked the grounds. He might as well just cut to the chase. “I’m looking for one of your employees who served me at the bar a few weeks ago.”
“Oh,” he said. “Who is that?”
“Her name is Emma.”
“Did she do something wrong?”
“No,” he said. “Not at all. I ran into her again last weekend at Bond Casino. We ended up spending hours in a private room.”
Hunter turned and lifted his eyebrow at that. “Okay.”
“Not like you think,” he said. “We just talked. I didn’t catch her last name or get her number. I thought maybe if I came back I’d see her again. But your employees said they don’t know of any bartender named Emma.”
Hunter was smirking. “I can’t give you personal information on staff.”
“I understand. This is unorthodox. I know she lives on the island. She told me she did. I’m not sure if there is a way I can get a message to her.”
He felt like a fool doing this.
Many of his teammates did it or reached out to someone on social media if not having their agents do it for them.
Though he was on social media, he didn’t post often and sure the hell wasn’t savvy enough to find someone.
He didn’t need anyone to do his work for him either.
Though he was asking Hunter to do it.
Kind of like throwing his weight around that he’d told his mother he never did.
“We can get a message to her,” Hunter said.
