Chapter 21
Dixon rubbed his hands together. The game was going as best he could. He took advantage of the moment of solitude - Davis had staggered away to fetch himself another glass of scotch from the bar - he picked up his cell phone and quickly made up a number.
"Dixon. I can't talk for long. He's here" he said, looking toward the shed where the bar was. He waited a few moments: "The situation is favorable. I think he's drunk. Or at least, it seems so."
Davis left the building, lurching to the left. He leaned against the trunk of a tree that bordered the green and gave Dixon an idiotic smile.
He quickly closed the communication and returned his smile: "Markus. If you want to finish the game you should stop drinking."
"Look who's talking" Davis said as he approached "The most f*****
