Rob had heard this before. Not those exact words, but something very like. He was the youngest of a hunting family. He understood them, but that didn't mean much when this was someone who didn't know him or his family. Or didn't seem to know them.
"I don't know what's going on with you and Mary, but she's my blood, cowboy." Mostly. "So, dial back the hero bit back."
His voice was soft; he knew that someone might be listening. He settled in to following easily enough. He could do it because it needed to be done, and he was damn good at doing things he needed to do. For now, he'd watch the cowboy's back, or that had been the plan. Only they hadn't gone very far before the woman Max was helping let out such a wail.
"Shit," Rob hissed. "Going." He didn't say more than that before he started back to give Max a hand. Either way, someone could get hurt, but that woman had be shut up before she garnered any attention. Someone wanted to hear the prostitute, but this was above and beyond that. This sounded as if she were being hurt again, which could mean that the killer had done something to Max.