The woman chuckled as she set the beers in front of them. “Our security manager, Scott King. I remembered after I yelled that he’s off for a few days.”

Scott King. Now Diesel had a name to go with the face of the man who’d probably murdered at least Brewer, and maybe the others who’d been pulled from the river. For a moment he considered keeping the information to himself, but he knew he needed to tell Deacon and Adam ASAP. The man was a killer. He might have found at least one of his victims here, in the casino. And this was information Diesel had found in a mostly legal way, one that could be backed up in court if need be.

He held his phone out to the woman. “Is this King?”

She looked at the photo and . . . froze. “Oh my God. That’s him.” She grabbed Diesel’s phone and scrolled to the story, turning pale as she read. “He’s the one who killed that fisherman? I didn’t . . .” She pressed her lips together and handed back the phone. “I shouldn’t talk to any cops without my boss and our legal counsel.”

“Well, we’re not cops,” Diesel said.

Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you. You look like cops. Both of you.”

Stone winced. “Ouch.”

Diesel elbowed him. “We’re with the Ledger.”

She took a step back, her face growing even paler. “That’s worse. I’m sorry. I can’t talk to you anymore.” She practically ran back to the office.

“And I think that’s our cue to exit stage right,” Stone murmured. “If I can still breathe with this knife in my heart. Saying we look like cops. She knows how to hurt a guy.”

Diesel rolled his eyes. “Come on, drama queen.”

“Drama king to you, Elvis,” Stone said lightly, but he got up from the booth and headed straight for the exit. “If you can be a King, so can I.”

Ignoring Stone’s taunting use of his first name, Diesel was calling Adam as they headed for the door. The detective answered on the first ring.

“Diesel? What’s up?”

“I found the man in the sketch, or at least I know where to find him. His name is Scott King and he’s the security manager on Lady of the River.”

“The gambling riverboat?” Adam asked.

“One and the same,” Diesel said. “The general manager mistook me for him, and now that she’s realized we’ve made the connection she’s busy circling the wagons, calling in the owner and their lawyer. I know it’s not your jurisdiction, but I’d recommend you get someone over here fast, before they start destroying any evidence you might find useful.”

“Thanks, man. Should I ask why you’re at the casino, since you don’t gamble?”

“Probably not. Catch you later.” Diesel motioned to Stone. “Let’s go.”