Chapter 3: Friday
Reggie had a late start on the second day. Carlos took advantage of it to get up early and go running on the beach, but Reggie wasn’t a great fan of morning jogs, so he ended up having breakfast alone.
Later in the day he was scheduled to golf with Ricky Matthews, a boring and cocky forty-six-year old American, and Ronnie Rocher from Canada. He would have given one of his fingers to play with Russell Lee instead. It had always been his dream, and now he wished for it more than anything.
He was thinking about this while exiting the elevator, his hands deep in his trouser pockets—beige this time, the same color as his zip vest—as he headed into the restaurant.
In the doorway he halted and caught his breath.
Seated at a table at the end of the room, among a small group
