CHAPTER FOUR
Tommy called Orrin the next morning and suggested they meet at the Starbucks on Park Row near Beekman Street. Orrin was mildly surprised, but gladly agreed. They waved at each other as Tommy had arrived first and was sitting at a rear table. Orrin picked up a cup of Colombian coffee, and they both stared quizzically at the cups before them.
“I thought you might’ve wanted to get something to eat. My wife suggested I meet you here for a change.”
“My wife thought I’d try the same thing,” Orrin grunted. “She thought maybe you had a drinking problem. She usually makes me a regular breakfast in the morning, ham and eggs or some s**t. Half the time, I share it with my little boy.”
“Yeah, I usually get two pieces of toast with my coffee. Maureen knows that’s all I ever eat in the
