Chapter 2
“So how was your day?” Dan asked Monday evening, as soon as Tony took a seat at the table in the club where he and his friends usually hung out.
“You do not want to know,” Tony told him, flagging down a waiter to order a beer.
“Story not talking again?”
“It babbling, thank God.” Tony nodded at Greg, who had slid into another chair. “And I finished the article on upcoming events and attractions for the local tourist magazine, so that’s out of my hair.”
“Then what’s wrong?” Dan asked.
“As soon as I get my drink I’ll tell you.” As if Tony had said the magic words, the waiter showed up seconds later to put the bottle on the table. Tony paid, then took a deep drink. “I needed that.” He noticed his hand was shaking as he set the bottle back down.
Greg rested his elbows on the ta
