Savannah looked and nodded. “Yeah. I wasn’t working that day. Apparently he just stopped by for a couple of drinks and got the place rocking.”

“How cool is that?” A few more photos of celebrities, customers, and cocktails, but Luke stopped on the group shot that included Savannah and the bat-faced man. “And there you are! How long ago was this?”

Savannah looked at the picture. “Hm, I’ve been here two years, so . . . maybe eighteen months ago.”

Luke had been playing it cooler, but now his hand started to tremble and that nervous hitch returned to his voice. A line of sweat trickled down his jaw. Savannah started to walk away but he stopped her.

“Hey, this guy . . .” He zoomed in on the bat-faced man, turned the screen around. “He’s famous, right? I totally recognize him.”

Savannah looked once, quickly, and shook her head. “No, you must be getting him mixed up with somebody else.”

“Really? I could’ve sworn . . .” Luke frowned and adjusted his ball cap, the phone’s screen still angled toward Savannah. “What’s his name?”

This was what it had all been leading up to—this “casual” conversation funneled toward obtaining necessary information. Kitty held her breath, feeling just a shred of Luke’s nervousness. She noticed Dawn paying attention, too, her gaze locked to Luke’s phone. It looked like she was about to say something, then went back to her wine.

“You want to know his name?” Savannah asked.

“Yeah.” Luke swallowed hard. “Just . . . uh, remind me.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Luke smiled weakly.

“Won’t.”

Luke shrugged, turned the phone toward him, and zoomed in yet closer. “He’s just so familiar. Does he live around here?”

Savannah cocked an eyebrow. “He’s a semi-regular customer. If he happens to walk in, feel free to ask him however many questions you want, and it’ll be up to him whether or not he answers them.”

“Right, yeah. I just thought . . .” Luke sighed, flapped a hand. “Ah shit, it doesn’t matter.”

“Would you want me to share your information with a complete stranger?” Savannah pressed. There was lightheartedness in her expression, but her voice was no-nonsense. “We respect the privacy of our staff and customers here. It’s policy.”

“I get it,” Luke said, and put down his phone. “It’s all good.”

Savannah nodded and went about her work. Luke pinched the bridge of his nose, then looked at Kitty with dark, dispirited eyes.

“That was a total fucking bust,” he said.

“Not a total bust,” Kitty said. “You know he’s a regular, for sure. You just need to decide what to do with that information.”

Dawn vacated her stool and swayed toward the restroom, but not before catching Kitty’s eye and gesturing with a coy flick of the head.