Chapter 25

“What are you looking for?” Coop asked.

“Parties or galas that our guy might be attending.” I did a ctrl-f to see if his name, or his father-in-law’s came up on any guest lists. I got lucky. Both did for one fund raiser and his did for a Christmas Eve soirée being thrown by the city’s mayor.

“Do you own a tux?” Coop asked.

“Nope. Do you?” He nodded, while I ran another check, to see if the caterers were mentioned for either event. Luck was with us. They were. I grinned at Coop. “You get to wear yours. All I’ll need is whatever one of these outfits expect their bartenders to wear.”

“Uh-uh. That’ll put you front and center. That is if you can get hired by one of the places, which is doubtful on such short notice. Not a good idea.”

He had a point, so I canned that plan. “Then I guess the first thing I do tomorrow, before leaving, is go tux shopping.”