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looking for a ray of hope left in their sorry existence, or a reason to head home to their loveless marriage.
    A thirty something blonde dressed like a twenty something playboy bunny stands in front of me and places a napkin on the bar.
    “What’ll you have?” she asks with a smile, smacking a piece of gum in her teeth.
    “What?” I ask.
    “Uh, you sure you’re in the right place, honey? Are you supposed to be meeting someone? I think you’re probably looking for the club just up the street,” she says pointing in that direction.
    “No, I’m not,” I say looking around again.
    “Alright then, what’ll ya have?” she asks again.
    What will I have? It’s a simple question. I’m in a bar. What will I have? “Club soda,” I answer, feeling like an idiot.
    “One club soda coming up,” she says and heads back down the bar. She comes back and places my drink on the napkin, but doesn’t leave. She rests her arm on the bar and leans toward me. I look up at her and she smiles at me.
    “My name is Savvy, with two V’s and a Y. If you need anything else you let me know,” she says with a wink.
    “Thanks, I’m good.” With a nod she walks back down the bar refilling beers and making small talk. She leans over the bar and squishes her boobs together giving the men a treat to her well endowed bosom. No doubt she makes good tips. She takes a quick phone call, and then she walks back over and stands in front of me again.
    “Is there something wrong with your drink honey, you haven’t touched it?” she asks.
    “Its fine, thank you,” I answer her.
    “Hey, you’re not “Slick’s” woman by chance are you?” she asks.
    Oh God, I should have known better than to come to a bar like this. Probably everyone in here knows Max. I start to get up but Savvy put’s her hand on mine and says, “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
     
    Max
    Since starting my own private investigation firm, I’ve had to hire a few other men to work for me. That wasn’t easy considering I don’t trust easily. I was very selective, and I personally trained the two men that now work for me. Levi is young, but he has his head on his shoulders. He’s become my second hand man. Chase is also young, but he’s totally unpredictable, and he’s a total badass that even I wouldn’t want to mess with. Since I broke up with Chloe, either Levi or myself have tailed her everywhere she goes. When I got the call from Levi that Chloe had gone into Deuce’s Bar, my first thought was, what the fuck is she doing in a bar like that? My second thought was to call Savvy.
    Savvy is one woman among many in Seattle that would like nothing more than to get into my pants. I have a strict no local woman policy. Well, until Chloe that is. I will not sleep with any woman living in or visiting Seattle. I haven’t slept with anyone since I started seeing Chloe though. Savvy’s always got her ear to the ground and will pass on any and all local gossip just by smiling at her. Being a good-looking, scantily dressed woman and a bartender, she’s usually full of useful information for me.
    “Is there a woman there oh, about five-seven, brown hair, milk chocolate eyes, wearing scrubs?” I ask Savvy on the phone.
    “Maybe, what’s it worth to ya?” she asks.
    “Savvy, I’m not in the mood to mess around, is she there or not?” I spit out.
    “Yeah, she’s here,” she whispers.
    “Keep an eye on her will you? I have a tail on her outside the bar, I can’t compromise them though. Can you be my eyes inside the bar?” I ask her.
    “Oh this sounds like fun. Is she a criminal or something?” she asks.
    “No, she’s not a criminal, she’s my girlfr…” I start to say.
    “Oh, this is the famous Chloe Peters is it? Word on the street is you two broke up. Still have it bad for her?” she asks.
    “How in the hell did you hear that? Never mind. Will you keep an eye on her or not?” I ask, getting impatient.
    “Sure thing babe, anything you want,”