Chapter 7
Tim poured himself a Scotch from the minibar. Generally, he wasn’t one to pay the ridiculous prices hotels charged for alcohol in the room. He never needed a drink that badly.
Tonight was different.
He could have gone down to the bar to get a drink, but he’d been concerned he would run into some of the reunion attendees. He’d already been stopped a few times in the afternoon and evening by those who recognized him. He and Lance had dined with a group of them a couple of hours earlier in the resort steakhouse.
The other option had been to go to the little market store on the other side of the resort’s lobby. A bottle of Scotch probably wouldn’t have been much cheaper, and he needed fortification, not to be rip-roaring, on-his-ass drunk.
Just before dinner he’d checked his mes
