He finally had a potential lead.

 

Sunday best.

 

Chapter 15

 

PAUL ROGERS STARED up at the sign taped to the door of a bar called the Grunt.

 

Not a bad name in an area with a huge military footprint. He could imagine it

was filled every night with rank-and-file Army grunts looking to drink away

their troubles and have a little fun in between dodging bullets and IEDs and

getting screamed at by sergeants.

 

Bouncer wanted.

 

That’s what the sign said.

 

He opened the door and walked in.

 

At this time of day there were only a few people inside. He could tell most of

them worked here and were getting the place ready for the nightly invasion.

 

He walked over to the bartender, who was stacking glasses behind the bar. “I’m

here about the bouncer job?” The bartender looked him up and down. Rogers was

rock-solid but he hardly had the heft one probably thought a bouncer should