Bob looked back to where Ethan was, but he’d already disappeared back to the kitchen. “Men complained they didn’t like how he spoke to their girlfriends. A woman here and there was upset when he cut them off or asked them to leave.”

“Is that part of his job?”

“No, but it does help me from time to time. He knows when someone’s had too much, and we usually cut them off or kick them out before they cause trouble. Nobody likes to be told they’ve had one too many, and even worse—no man wants to see someone correcting the woman they came with. He means well; he just comes off wrong,” Bob tried to explain.

He sought more control than he had, found a way to get himself more power at the job.

“Does he do it to men?”

“I’m sure he has,” Bob answered.

“But have you seen it? Can you definitely tell me he does it to men as well?” I pushed.

Bob paused and shook his head.

A clear dislike toward women mixed with seeking out that type of power—he was starting to find himself at the top of my list. A narcissist who thought himself more important than others. A dislike for women. The pieces were starting to fit. I just didn’t have them all figured out, certainly not enough to bring to the FBI and make an arrest.

I knew what I had to do next. We needed to confirm it was Ethan who snuck those drugs in Len’s drink.

“Thank you,” I told Bob. “Truly.”

He nodded and left while I went back to the booth with Len and Mal.

“That was the longest bathroom break ever,” Mallory said dramatically.

Len used her elbow to nudge her friend. “Don’t be rude,” she scolded.

The two let out a giggle. I’d been gone no more than fifteen minutes, and already, I found them on their second margaritas.

“Miranda?” the waitress said and held out another drink.

“It’s Mallory,” Len’s friend snapped, annoyed.

“Sorry, I got mixed up, but you ordered another margarita, correct?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s mine,” she said and snatched the glass from the woman.

“Thank you,” Len said to the waitress, who turned red.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” she answered and turned, hurrying off.

I smiled at Len, trying not to give anything away while we continued our drinks at the pub.

* * *

Hours passed and Len stared at the wall where we’d updated our information. It’d been like this since we returned from the pub. Eventually, she and Mallory tired of the place and parted ways, much to my satisfaction.

Len continued to look at the two pictures we’d hung of our most likely suspects. Visualizing it all helped me build the pieces of the case and see things from a bigger picture, even if it was cliché.