I move along to the back booth. Fat Tony, as usual. He's slouched back, eyes squeezed shut, mind in a place I never want to visit."Another round?"A hand pokes up from under the table, two fingers raised."Whiskey sour, double, his...
I move along to the back booth. Fat Tony, as usual. He's slouched back, eyes squeezed shut, mind in a place I never want to visit."Another round?"A hand pokes up from under the table, two fingers raised."Whiskey sour, double, his...