Alone, I sat in one of the few restaurants I still could without attracting attention. Glaring down at my breakfast, I signaled the waitress in the distance for a refill on my cup of coffee. She rushed to fill it. Wow! The service here was great, but I was just not in the mood to crack a joke or even make a stupid remark.
My mind was full of worry. Had Madeline truly left? Was she out of my life for good? And if so, what did that mean for my situation with Enrique? It was only a matter of time before he came looking for me for the sole purpose of putting a bullet in my head.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have talked to her like I had. Damn, what was happening? Was I getting soft? Soft with women? Was I becoming a goddamn gentleman, like Johnny?
It was the woman in my dreams that had me turned ups
