Halfway through the meal I glanced to my right and saw Frank and his lovely wife, Claudia, being escorted to a table. Frank had that look on his face I knew all too well. Business. All business. Neither he, nor Claudia, glanced at us as they walked past and sat down at the reserved table three tables behind us and to our right.
Frank looked impressive in the neatly pressed dark suit and dark tie. An expensive suit. Dark blue with a very light tan colored shirt and dark blue silk tie. He looked like a very dangerous million dollars walking past me. You know, the kind of money that has something to do with guns, drugs, bad deals, and the dark of night in lonely places. Claudia looked absolutely stunning. Which, frankly, is what she looks like all the time. But tonight, she had on a very dar
