Chapter 19

“Yeah, I know. I haven’t done that since I got off the streets.”

That Keir said that was no surprise to Teague. The young man had been completely candid with Teague when he’d first applied for a job working for the agency. “No sense in not telling you the truth,” Keir had said at the time. “You’ll find out sooner or later and I think you probably don’t like liars.” Teague had agreed with him—and hired him based not only on his schooling but his willingness to be open about his past life.

“We’ll start with the club,” Teague said.

* * * *

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” the bartender at The Red Calf said, setting the beer Teague had ordered down in front of him.

“I’m heading home after a short vacation,” Teague replied with a smile. “Figured I lengthen it by a day or two since this seems like a nice part of the country. It’s the first time I’ve been in real mountains other than a layover at DIA on my way from Chicago to San Francisco one time.”