“Excuse me, sir,” comes a voice from above us.
Carlo looks up to see one of his men standing there looking a little concerned. “Yes?”
“I am very sorry to interrupt, sir, but I need to borrow you for just a moment, if that is all right. A question of club business.”
Carlo snarls in irritation, but excuses himself as he extricates himself from me and stands up. “I’ll be right back,” he says to me.
I nod and watch as he steps a few yards away to whisper fervently in the man’s ear. My eyes wander to the crowd, pumping and waving like a sea of people on the other side of the railing. Standing, I walk over to it, subtly setting my drink aside and hoping that Carlo doesn’t notice. I’m still working up the courage to drop the mother of all bombshells on him. Liquid courage is the one thing I n
