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had compelled the bartender to open up. Yoni spent a lot of time in places like this meeting with colleagues and contacts. Any information she could obtain from this man might fill in numerous gaps. “The work has taught me that even the most seemingly insignificant detail can make all the difference in an investigation.”
    Again Drea appeared to contemplate her words. As if he’d suddenly remembered something he picked up a pen and grabbed a cocktail napkin. “This is Leigh’s cell number.” He scribbled on the napkin. “And her address.” He pushed the napkin across the bar. “You tell her I said she needs to share anything she knows with you.”
    Kendra read the name. Leigh Turlington. “Thanks. This helps a lot.” She gave the bartendera smile as she withdrew a business card from her purse and presented it to him. “And you call me if you hear anything at all related to Yoni.”
    Drea examined the card. “You know I will.”
    â€œRight on time,” Rocky said under his breath.
    Kendra followed his gaze to the mirror behind the bar. The reflection of the room behind them showed Castille and two other men following the hostess to a table near one of the towering windows with a view of the street below. For added privacy, the dining room was located on the second floor.
    â€œHe only allows one member of his security inside,” Drea explained, keeping his voice hushed. “He’s the one in the black suit. The other guy is Bernard Capshaw. He’s the CEO of Capshaw Enterprises.”
    A waitress approached the other end of the bar, drawing Drea in that direction.
    Kendra wasn’t acquainted with Capshaw the man, but she knew the company. Aerospace technology. The industry, like many others, was on the edge of financial collapse and in need of government support.
    Castille hadn’t changed much. If anything he looked younger. The wonders of modern cosmetic procedures. She couldn’t see the man going for full-blown surgery but there were other, more convenient procedures that provided ample benefits.
    Appearances were supremely important in this high-stakes arena.
    The other man, Secret Service no doubt, was an unknown to her. No one from three years ago but that changed nothing. Kendra was well aware of SOP. The senator wouldn’t be allowed out of the man’s line of sight except to visit the men’s room and only then after the facility had been checked for hidden threats.
    â€œI’ll be waiting in the ladies’ room,” Kendra said to Rocky. “Send me a text if Castille wanders in that direction.”
    â€œYou might be in for a long wait,” Rocky noted.
    That was true, but it was the only way to ensure she got one-on-one time with the senator. And that she didn’t attract the attention of his security. “Text me if he leaves the table.”
    â€œWill do.”
    Rocky watched her in the mirror behind the bar as she slid off the stool. As she made her way to the ladies’ room she wondered how long his total cooperation would last. So far he hadn’t actually questioned any of her decisions, but then they’d scarcely begun.
    The ladies’ room had been renovated since Kendra’s last visit here. Opulence remained the mainstay of the decorating theme. Nothing but thebest for the power players. At one point some newly elected senator had suggested that popular gathering spots like the Summit were subsidized by wealthy lobbyists who wanted the atmosphere conducive to persuasion.
    No one paid any real attention to the accusation, yet everyone understood that it was in all likelihood true on some level.
    Money talked.
    Most anything else walked.
    Kendra’s cell vibrated in its leather holster. She checked the display. The text was from Rocky and read: Security headed your way.
    The man in the black suit would check the men’s room then return to the table to let the senator know