Chapter 7
“Three dispositions adverse to Heaven's still, - Incontinence, malice, and mad brutishness.” ― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
I ended up going to the Broken Shoe an hour later. I should have called Ricky, but he mentioned that he was going out with someone special tonight and I didn’t want to stick my nose in his business. My craving for tequila was burning the back of my throat. I would be putting it mildly if I said that my situation was complicated. Arthur had messed up everything. I had the faction on my head, the paps were outside my building hunting for any comments, and Nameless Thief had a letter that weighed on my future on earth.
It was Wednesday night and the pub was empty for a change. Paul was cleaning the tables. I spotted one or two customers at the back. It
