Mitchell found Charlie sipping a glass of wine in a corner booth of the Italian restaurant. An empty glass sat across from him, a red bottle in between.
Charlie stood up to greet him. “Hi, I got a bottle of merlot, thought you could use it.”
“Thank you.” Mitchell practically collapsed in his seat as Charlie poured him a glass of the wine. “We mentioned coffee, but, yeah, this is so much better.”
Mitchell took the glass and sipped the dark red wine.
“How’s Harris?” Charlie asked.
“Unresponsive. They removed the last of the bullet at least. So it might have been worth it.”
“That’s something. So he could wake up any moment?”
“Or die. Or never wake up.” Mitchell cracked his knuckles.
Do not show emotion. Keep him at arm’s length.
“I’m so sorry. I know I just met Harris, but…I guess I
