When he heard another voice claim his drink, Bo swung around ready for a fight…but he stopped abruptly, when he recognized the man owning the voice. Bastian Sinclair, an important man in town; he owned the casino and, since Chance knew him, he was probably into other things as well. Even before Bo went to work for Chance, he knew that Bastian was someone important in town. He’d seen him at many of the games and just about anywhere where something important was going down.
Fuck!, Bo thought, What’s he want with me? He had the boy’s drink and was gesturing for him to follow, so Bo figured there was no big deal in following him; he wasn’t going to get that drink from these tight-assed bartenders anyway. Nodding his hand and extending his arm, Bo gave Bastian the international after you signal.
Following along behind his benefactor, Bo replied, “Sure, Mr. Sinclair. What’s going on?!”