He wonders if she's lying, then realizes it's been too long if he couldn't tell anymore. Regret started to sink in and he forgets about any pacing and downs the rest of the glass.

"Maybe you can help." He starts digging through his jacket pocket and pulls out some crinkled papers, one was a newspaper clipping of a tall, oafish man with shaggy black hair. "Been looking for him." He taps the paper, "Seen him? Or know anything?"