Bob spun around and gave the photo a quick once-over. The dude in the pic was rocking a ck suit, hands shoved in his pockets, and had this smirk like he was saying, "Everyone here is a nobody." Bob had to admit, getting ticked off by a photo was a new low for him.


    But the guy was good-looking, which made Bob instinctively rub his bald head, feeling a bit self-conscious.


    Kyle''s arm was starting to ache, and he asked again, "You know this guy or what?"


    Bob squinted at the photo, frowning and thinking hard. "I swear I''ve seen him somewhere, but it''s just not clicking."


    Kyle and Quinn exchanged a hopeful look. Kyle pushed on, "Come on, think harder."


    Bob asked, "Who is this guy to you anyway?"


    Kyle spun a tale. "He''s one of our employees. Came here for work, but we lost track of him."


    Bob was surprised but bought the story. "Man, what a cker. Should totally get canned."


    "Yeah, but he hasn''t wrapped up his work yet. If we fire him now, we lose a big project. So, please, Bob, think hard," Kyle urged.


    Bob nodded and really tried to dig deep.


    But after a while, he still came up nk.


    By then, they had reached the busiest part of town, and the driver reminded them it was time to get off. Bob apologized, "Sorry, this is all so sudden. I''ll let you know if ites to me, but right now, I''m drawing a nk." Kyle smiled. "No worries. Just hit us up if you remember."


    "Cool. Let''s take a stroll. I''ll show you a killer barbecue joint," Bob suggested.


    They hadn''t eaten sincest night, and Quinn''s stomach was growling.


    It was only day one, and they already had a lead. Finding Alexander was just a matter of time. She had plenty of it.


    Bob took them to a buzzing barbecue spot, ordered a ton of food and some drinks.


    After some chit-chat, they got into business talk.


    Bob mentioned he was looking for some funding from the Mellon Group, hinting he wanted Quinn to invest.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    Seeing Quinn was zoning out, Kyle agreed to Bob''s request and also asked him to help track down Alexander. Bob thumped his chest and promised it was no biggie, swearing he''d seen the guy somewhere.


    After the meal, he took Quinn and Kyle around, including a swanky mall with all sorts of high-end stuff.


    He said you could often spot celebs here, like movie stars or rich heirs.


    As he was talking, his eyesnded on a poster, an ad for a bank.


    He suddenly widened his eyes, pped his forehead, and said, "Oh, I remember now."


    Quinn quickly asked, "What do you remember?"


    Bob asked Kyle to show him the photo again.


    Kyle pulled out the photo, and Bob nodded like crazy. "Yep, that''s him."


    "Seriously? Where''d you see him?" Quinn asked eagerly.


    Bob revealed he had seen the guy over a month ago at a presidential election rally, but only on TV.


    This guy was at the event, hanging with the Lynch family. There weren''t many shots of him, but he got caught on camera, so Bob noticed him.


    "You can remember that? Impressive, Bob," Quinn praised.


    Bob grinned sheepishly. "It''s not that I''ve got a great memory. It''s just that I was floored when I saw him. I''ve seen the Lynch family at events before, but this guy, showing up in that setting, must be a big deal in the family, yet I had no clue who he was. So I took a few extra looks. When you asked me earlier, I said he looked familiar."


    Alexander was striking and from such a prominent family, so anyone who had seen him wouldn''t forget.