Davin rubbed his sweaty palms together as he paced his large, dark hotel suite. He needed to call his father and get him up to speed about his conversation with Shannon's Uncle Bernie. A multitude of excuses to avoid the dreaded call flashed through his mind.
Davin glanced at the clock. Almost midnight, which meant it was nearly 6:00 a.m. in Ireland. His dad probably already waited by the phone for his call. Why did his dad always get up so early? He didn't have to work. He'd never worked a day in his life, living off old family money. The same pot of money Davin wanted to secure. He blew out an exaggerated breath in recognition of his previous failed efforts.
A sweet fragrance lingered from the open bottle of Jameson on the bedside table. It crept through the darkness and teased Davin's
