You Belong to Me – 61

 

“What did he look like?”

 

“Average height, fairly slender. I couldn’t see his hair because he was wearing a beanie. Thinnish nose, full lips. Hell, I should get with one of our police artists to work up a sketch.”

 

“Yes. What you described doesn’t ring any bells, but then—” Corey smiled slightly. “—I’d probably do just as badly if I tried.”

 

“You’re not a trained observer. I am,” Scott replied, sounding disgruntled.

 

“You saw him for all of a minute just now and how long at The Corner?”

 

“A couple of minutes maybe. Enough that I realized I’d seen him before when he came in here.”

 

“Why did he even bother to?”

 

“Probably to be certain it was me you were with—again. The windows are steamed up thanks to the cold weather.”

 

Corey checked and saw that he was right. “So he came in, looked, and left as fast as possible.”

 

“That would be my guess. I wonder, if you’d been facing him, if he’d have walked by the table? Probably not, actually, just in case he is someone you know, or saw somewhere.”

 

“At one of the clubs.”

 

“Or the shelter. Let’s not rule out the possibility he’s connected to it, either as an employee or a client.”

 

“If he works there, he’d be taking a chance being here, or at The Corner.”

 

“True, but a client…. Or a pseudo-client. You might recognize him but not remember where from, considering how many men come and go there.”

 

“Yeah, you have a point. When will you get with the artist?”

 

Instead of replying immediately, Scott took out his phone. When he finished talking to whomever, he told Corey, “Tomorrow morning.”