Chapter 41: Taking Tacoma OutI didn’t like the idea that Katz was taking Tacoma out for the evening. I wasn’t informed right away about their planned escapade, which ticked me off. That unfolded unexpectedly…
Tacoma hunted me down in the wine cellar, the deepest parts of the lake house, one floor beneath the kitchen, and informed me of his evening with Katz.
I didn’t like the wine cellar in the lake house. It felt like a hidden and narrow tomb of sorts that left me claustrophobic. Bottles of chilled champagnes, Bergeracs, Zinfandels, Bordeauxs, Franconias, cognacs, Montillas, and other spine-tingling beverages that I had collected throughout the years were stored there. Only the finest wines, spirits, and other hearty liquids stocked its niches. Another thing I didn’t like about the cell
