Chloe POV

I want to say something nasty but I stop myself. After all,I am the one who needs help here. I take a deep breath and calm my nerves.

“ Have you seen a guy with a tattoo like this?” I ask, pointing to the pic of the club logo.

“Skull with daggers, on his wrist?” I keep my eyes on his face,tracking any shift of expressions.

The guy’s face stays blank, but his fingers twitch, like he is nervous.

“ I don't remember every customer that swings by,” he says, ...