"What about Mr Bowen, Sheriff?" Mickey asked. The lawman had been quiet for a few minutes, analysing the relationships and studying the dynamics of everyone at the bar.
"Yeah, John Bowen," Sheriff Cole muttered, then slid a few coins over the table to Mickey. "Get a couple more Redeye, Mick. Thanks, I appreciate it," he added as Mickey rose and strode to the bar.
A big man like Mickey always garnered attention, and the group dynamic around him changed when he made himself space at the bar,. Sheriff Cole watched with interest, waiting to see what clues changed dynamics offered.