Chapter 13
“Thank God,” Deacon exclaimed when Max closed his phone and then let him know the call was from the prosecutor for Tony’s case, telling him that Tony had finally—after putting off the decision for two months—decided to take the plea bargain offered him.
“He’ll be incarcerated for a minimum of twenty years, with a chance of parole after he’d served fifteen,” Max said. “I wish it was more, but this is better than my having to face him again, if he had decided to take a chance on a trial.”
“And when he gets out, he’ll be a tottering old man.”
Max arched an eyebrow. “He’s my age. Does that mean I will be, too?”
“Never. You’ll still be young when you’re a hundred.” Deacon tapped Max’s forehead. “It’s a case of mind over matter and you’ve got a very young mind.”
“Well this young
