Chapter 9

“Go ask him.” Jose pushed Robbie in the direction of Curtis Macintyre.

He shrugged and stopped to set his bag and appointment book on the chair at his station. Approaching the man, Robbie stuck his hand out. “Robbie Henley.”

Standing, the man shook Robbie’s hand. “I know. Curtis Macintyre.”

Robbie smiled. Curtis stared at him intensely, as though memorizing him or something. “Would you like coffee? It’s not the best, but it won’t kill you either.”

“Sure.”

He led the way over to the salon’s coffeemaker. It had been supplied with all the latest flavored creamers as well as plain half-and-half and sugar. “Help yourself.”

Robbie watched Curtis add hazelnut creamer to his coffee until it was a very pale shade of beige.

“Do you have a minute?” Curtis asked, gesturing back to the chairs at the front of the salon.

“Yes. But only a minute,” Robbie said, pouring his own cup of coffee. “I’ve got a client coming in soon.”