Steve and Nick found Adolf where Steve knew they would, out by his pool. In the decade he’d known the man, unless he had a bass in his hand, he planted himself near a pool, on a beach, or on the deck of a boat. He had on a pair of blue and red Hawaiian print shorts and had his long blond hair pulled back into a ponytail.
“Slayer!” Adolf grabbed Steve and hugged him. Immediately, the smell of m*******a smoke filled Steve’s nostrils, tempting him while simultaneously almost gagging him. How had he smelled like that all the time? “It’s been too long, man.”
Adolf glanced at Nick, from his black-lined eyes to the black T-shirt, the ripped and dirty jeans, and the toes of his biker boots. Steve had barely recognized Nick when he emerged from his hotel room earlier. He clearly passed the visual
