Logan hadn’t been exaggerating when he said that the bar was the place to be on Monday nights. Asher wondered if it was this crowded from locals, tourists, or a combination of both.
“Asher you remember my brother Lucky.”
Lucky was Logan’s twin brother, and an MMA fighter. Asher had met him when he’d had a fight in New Jersey that Logan had taken Asher to.
“Nice to see you again.” Asher shook Lucky’s hand.
“You, too.”
“And this is Gabe.” Lucky introduced the man beside him even though it wasn’t necessary.
Gabe Maguire was well known in the MMA world not only for his skills in the cage but also for beating cancer. “Gabe is the chief’s cousin.”
Asher hadn’t known that. Now it was his turn to be impressed by this town like his daughter had been.
“Hey, man.” Asher shook his hand.
“You want a beer?” Logan asked.
“Sure.” Asher nodded.
“Rook.” Logan tilted his head in an indication for Simpson to give Asher one of the beers he held.
Reece handed it over and then headed back across the bar, presumably to get more beers. Asher remembered when he was a newbie, the hazing at the NYPD had been relentless. He wished all he’d had to do was fetch beers.
Logan handed Asher a cue and they started playing a two-on-two game against Lucky and Gabe. Between shots Asher sipped his beer and tried to concentrate on the game, but he was distracted by two things. One the light-eyed beauty that he had no business noticing. And two, a jackass in a ball cap and polo shirt.
He’d watched the man hit on at least a dozen women, which in and of itself wasn’t shocking since they were at a bar. But there was something about him, something off.
In addition to working for MSG, which only had events twice a month, Asher had worked security for clubs following his divorce. He’d done everything he could to fill the empty hours of his life. From his years on the force and in bars, he’d gotten what he called a sixth sense for dirtbags. Green polo shirt was bad news.
It didn’t take long before his suspicions were confirmed. Alarm bells in his head started going off when he clocked polo shirt slipping something into the drink of the woman he was speaking to when she turned her head.
He kept an eye on the woman as he moved next to Logan and asked, “Does your brother have surveillance cameras?”
Dorsey nodded. “Green polo shirt just put something in the blonde’s drink.”
Logan instantly went from having a good time to being on the job. His entire demeanor shifted.
“Keep an eye on polo shirt and the drink. I’ll go look at the footage.”
Asher made his way over to the corner where polo shirt had blondie cornered.
“Sara?” Asher said, pretending to recognize the blonde.
The woman smiled and Asher could see that she was relieved to have someone to rescue her.
“No man, her name’s not Sara.” Polo shirt moved so that he was standing in between Asher and the woman.
This guy had some balls. Asher had a good twenty pounds of muscle and at least four inches on him.
“You look exactly like someone I used to work with.” Asher stepped beside the woman who blushed and made what Blake called “googly eyes” at him.
When she started to take a drink, Asher asked. “Are you related to someone named Sara?”
“I have a cousin named Carly?” She said hopefully.
Shit.She wasn’t giving him a lot to work with. But then again, she had no clue that she may have been drugged. Or at least attempted to be drugged.
