CHAPTER SIXTEEN
At the condo, it felt like a party. Juan sat at the dining room table playing chess with Etienne. Two other guys watched television from the couch and a third guy had his head in the Sub-Zero.
“Hey Jack, you looking for the Holy Grail? “Eric slapped his scrawny friend on the back and pulled him out of the ice-box.
The man placed a jar of olives on the counter. “Mercy, Mother of God, as I live and breathe--in the flesh--the one and only Eric Anderson.”
“Good flight?”
“Are you kidding? “Pointing to a large stain on his dark shirt, he continued. “They put me by the restrooms, and some kid threw up on me a few seconds before the plane landed. Plus, they only served peanuts. I’m starved.”
“Linda, come meet Jack,” Eric shouted from the kitchen. “Please.” Juan and Etienne we
