Chapter 9
Morton smiled up at the full moon as he sat in the sidewalk café waiting for Graham. He loved Vienna at night. It was magical. And sitting outside at a little table under an umbrella watching locals and tourists eating and sipping coffee made him wish he was mortal and could join them in every day ordinary things.
Their hotel, the Graben, was next to the café. Morton had ordered a coffee just so he’d blend in as he waited. He could have waited in their room, but he wanted the night air, the night life. One day, maybe, they would settle in Vienna, or at least buy a little cottage outside the city to spend some of their time. A local musician nearby played a haunting, mournful song on his violin.
And then Graham was there, walking down the little narrow street toward him, dresse
