Hunter snorted. "Bartenders know everything."
"Well, this one wasn't talking." At least not to me. "The only way to get any information was to talk to Stanford."
"And did he have anything interesting to say beyond his lack of knowledge about his fill-in entertainer?"
I hesitated. Stanford might be planning to oust Hunter, but he could also be doing nothing more than stirring the pot. Hell, for all I knew, he'd picked up the phone and talked to Hunter the minute I was out the door. Which meant that no matter what I said, it wasn't going to make her happy.
Although I could hardly lie, given the Cazador.
"Nothing worth listening to," I said eventually.
Amusement touched her lips. "I'm glad to hear it."
I bet she was. Couldn't have her pet joining the opposition, after all—not before she'd done what was expected of her, anyway.
"He did give me his contacts at the entertainment agency. I thought I might go talk to them, unless you'd prefer—"
"If I wanted to get deeply involved in this case, I would have," she said. "Report back to me if you uncover anything else."
And with that, she hung up.
"Hunter was her charming self, I see," Azriel murmured.
I laughed, as he'd no doubt intended. "Yeah, she was."
He caught my hand and rose, dragging me upright with him. "Tao is about to call for you."