Chapter TenThe following evening, Jake sat at the same table, his belly groaning after a large fish stew the locals called, Cataplana. He took a swig of his beer as Joseph Thorne sat down next to him. Jake looked at him, seeing dark smudges under his eyes, along with unkempt hair and a stubbly chin. “I'm so sorry about last night,” he began. “I let the wine and my emotions get the better of me. Let me buy you a beer.” He signalled to the waitress, ordering two drinks before looking sheepishly at his new drinking partner.
“It's okay, Joe,” Jake replied, seeing the anguish etched on the other man's face. He looked broken, utterly bereft of resolve. Jake decided to change tack and go for it. “I have something to apologise for.”
“What?”
“I wasn't completely honest with you last night. Yes,
