CHAPTER SIX
"Congratulations, Joshie boy!" boomed Ralph's Sunday morning voice raspy from liquor and last night's cigars.
Josh flew up in bed and squinted at the digital clock on the bedside table. "Who the hell is this?" he barked into the phone. "If this is some kind of practical joke-!"
Ralph rocked on his heels and toyed with a pocketful of change. "That's it, show a little spirit, fella... that's what I like to see in my number one salesman!"
"Ralph, it's Sunday morning for Chrissakes...!"
"How'd you like to spend next weekend at my cottage in the Sierras, my boy? You lucky son-of-a-b***h won the prize!"
Ralph took a deep puff off his cigar while his brain spun a thousand revolutions per seconds, plotting, calculating. Josh would no doubt invite a girl along to splash in the
