Chapter 16: Uncharted WatersTONY SAT EXPRESSIONLESS in a chair, looking out the big window as the dozen or so shades of greyscale seemed to cut sharp horizontal lines across the sky. He hadn’t moved in five minutes, leaving Cole increasingly uncomfortable. It was the middle of the afternoon, and he’d be meeting Carl downtown by the inner wharf after sunset to check out a boat. Sitting on the couch, Cole thought back to the night prior and the shimmer of Carl’s gun as he’d effortlessly drawn it on Cole. Drunk or not, Carl was a gunfighter. He smiled a bit at the recollection of his reaction, knowing that Harley would’ve approved of the speed with which Cole had brushed it aside.
In his left hand, he held a semi-thawed bag of corn. His right temple was swollen, but he’d iced it as much as h
