Frank was already around his desk when we walked in. “Jesse, Mike,” he said, shaking my hand. “Come in, come in.”
“Have a seat,” he added, shaking Mike’s hand. Sitting on the edge of his desk, he turned to me with a smile, saying, “I heard you had a good trip.”
“Yeah,” I replied, looking sideways at Mike. “Everything went okay.”
Frank followed with a puff on his cigar, “I got a phone call Monday that our friend had to take some time off from work, something about personal business.”
“That’s too bad,” Mike announced.
“Something like a 1-2 punch,” Frank smiled.
“What’s that mean?” I asked, turning back to Frank.
“Well, Monday morning, his wife filed for divorce and moved back with her parents.”
“No s**t,” I said, trying my best to act surprised. I turned once again to Mike, who nodde
