April 19
Champions Bar
I walked through the lobby of the Marriott, heading for Champions. Alana and I had had a very enjoyable evening, even with work talk, and I had sent her back home by taxi. She lived on the outskirts of the city but worked inside Vienna itself. As I let her into the taxi, I offered to escort her home.
“No, don’t. I’ll be alright.”
I guess someone who wears a Glock to work probably packs some heat in her purse at night, so I assented.
A light touch of the hands and a small kiss on the cheek would have to be enough.
But the time spent with Alana left me unfulfilled, if that’s the way to put it. So, when I got back to the hotel, I walked to Champions Bar to have a nightcap.
Chi-Chi was sitting at the bar.
“Wandering around our beautiful city, huh?” he asked.
I h
