Martin's POV
I stepped onto the wide green of the golf field with the intention of meeting the man disturbing my thoughts. It was obvious I didn’t come here for the sport. I wasn’t even wearing the right clothes and shoes. But I knew Don Julio never missed his Wednesday morning golf game.
As soon as I stepped on the field, I saw him. There he was with his white polo shirt tucked into cream trousers. He turned the moment he sensed me, his vision was as sharp as ever. I closed the space between us, my hands in my pocket as I maintained composure.
“Long time no see, old friend,” he said, flashing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes or heart.
I raised my eyebrows. “Old friend, new friend. You don’t deserve to use either of those terms.”
“How did you know I'd be here? Have you been stalki
