Rollo had been back on Park Avenue for less than five hours and already he was twitchy. The collar of his dress shirt was trying to strangle him and the air inside his parents' apartment didn't have enough oxygen. Scented taper candles were set around the "Grand Salon," where the cocktail party was taking place. The candlelight was lovely but the fragrant smoke was driving him nuts. Worst of all, his jaw itched and his face felt n***d.
An hour ago, he'd shaved off his beard.
Special request from his mother, and also a symbolic gesture. His time of freedom was over. No more living in the woods and battling wildfires with a chainsaw. "Iron Man" Rollo was gone. Rollington "Money" Wareham III was back.
He kept glancing at the gilt mirror over the mantelpiece. His face looked so strange, wit
