Chapter 4
Jacksonville, FL
Wednesday evening
“HELP YOU?” THE bouncer guarding the inner door of the West Side Lounge said.
“Mr. Mayberry is expecting me.”
“See that hallway to the left of the bar?” He turned and pointed through the open door.
“Yeah.”
“First door down the hall on the right. Go to the top of the stairs and knock.”
“Thanks.”
Following his instructions, I found the door, climbed the stairs, and knocked on the door. “Just a minute,” came a muffled reply. I heard footsteps, and Mr. Mayberry opened the door and said, “Can I help you?”
“I’m the new busboy.”
“Holy s**t. What a transformation. Come on in and have a seat.”
“Thanks.”
I sat as instructed across the cluttered desk from him, and we worked out a game plan. “I forgot to ask if you’d ever worked as a busboy?” h
