"Who is this girl?" Liam pointed at the computer screen, which enlarged the image of the short-haired girl that Tracy was chasing, and asked Dean.

“I have no idea,” Dean replied, wiping sweat from his forehead. “A regular customer of the pub. Every day, the pub receives thousands of people, how would I know? Besides, she's not pretty, so I didn't notice."

Did this bastard do business like that? Liam punched him lightly in the chest, "Answer properly or I'll burn down your ...