Nicole’s POV
Goosebumps washed over me.
“Prison was really good for you. You look great,” he said as he handed his cue stick to someone else. The men around laughed at the joke.
“We need to talk,” I said, ignoring his comment.
“I need a drink. Do you need a drink?” he asked and started towards the bar without waiting for my response. I had no choice but to follow.
“Can I get two beers,” he said to the bartender.
“I am not drinking,” I said. But the bartender showed up with two bottles of beer.
“More for me,” Robert smiled as he gulped his drink. “So what brings you to this part of town?” he asked as he plopped down on a stool.
“I need your help finding someone,” I said, wrapping my hands over my chest protectively, as Robert shamelessly looked at me.
“I see,” he scratched his sc
