Johnny shot a glance back down the stairs at Rob, and lifted a brow at what was being said. Just snippets came through the din of noise that filled the place. Something about heft, cows, and Latin. That was a hell of a descriptor.
He glanced at Max to see if the PI had picked up anything more. There had to be more, didn't there? Rob wasn't down there asking after farm animals, was he?
There was a rather waifish thing attached to his hand, leading him up the stairs to a room. Johnny had no interest in being alone with her. He wasn't exactly sure how to break away. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty. She was. But there were a lot of things standing in the way of a fun time. His feelings for Mary. The fact that Mary was missing. Followed by the idea that Johnny had no idea where this chick had been and what kind of diseases she might be carrying around.