“Did you see her or not?”
“They’re always either rosy-cheeked blondes or doe-eyed brunettes,” the bartender said. “And its always guys like you looking for them. Little advice pal? Sometimes when you find what you lost in here, you realize it wasn’t quite what you remembered.”
Dzinski felt like reaching over and knocking the bartender’s teeth in. Even shifted his weight on the stool. But instead he stood up, tossed a dollar bill down and left.
Nothing in the first two, but he still had three bars to check.
She had to have come from one of them.