Clyde paced around the security room, mind buzzing with possibilities. First, Micah would never leave him alone here, not after what happened last night. So, the possibility of Micah walking out of the restaurant on his two feet, willingly, was out of the question.
The most logical assumption was that someone had taken Micah. And probably someone related to him, perhaps his rival? His enemy? Someone who recognised Clyde and noticed Micah, albeit assuming he was a girl, thinking he could use him as leverage?
His eyes flashed with ice. "Bring me the guest list," he barked at the manager.
Clyde skimmed the list of reservations with practiced speed, his eyes sharp, searching for familiarity. Line after line blurred together. Until…
"Alex Ford."
It sounded familiar. Where did he hear it?
He fell into thought. He tapped the page with a stiff finger. "This one. Who is he? How many with him? Is he a regular?"
