When I got back to the table, Gary had his hand on Jackie’s thigh and was whispering in her ear. He didn’t even pull back when I sat down. I looked around for someone who might help me, but this was his local, these were his friends. That’s why he wanted to meet here, to control the situation.
“I was just telling your beautiful wife that my mate just called to say he can’t make it, so why don’t we go back to mine for a little drink and listen to some music? This place is a bit of a shithole anyway”
“I don’t think that’s such a great idea, do you Jackie?”
“No, this place is a shithole, that’s exactly what I said. I’d love to listen to some music. Do you have any Nina Simone?”
“I’m actually a good friend of Mr. Spotify. And he’s knows everyone”
The anxiety choked my breathing. Something
