Tony doesn't ask questions, simply changing lines.
It takes me five minutes to reach there, and once I get out, I tap on Tony's window. "You can go home. I'll be with Norman."
Tony hesitates for the first time. "I can stay in case things get out of hand."
I stare at him before saying, slowly, "Do you really want to wait outside the whole night? You know how he gets when he’s angry. He’s not leaving that bar until the sun rises. Go home.”
Tony finally nods. “Alright. Call me when he’s ready to leave.”
I watch him drive away before I head into the bar. It's less of a bar and more of an elite strip club.
"Hey, Rock." I nod at the bouncer by the door. "Where is he?"
I'm a familiar face here since I'm often tasked with picking Norman up when he's drunk out of his mind. Rock gestures with
