Chapter 5The Sunset
Tuesday night
Fifteen minutes later, Keith left the office and entered the main bar. He hadn’t noticed it before, but since Mike took over as manager, he worked the main bar more than any of the other bartenders. He caught Mike’s attention and gestured for him to come over.
Mike approached, all smiles. Keith pulled him over to an unoccupied corner of the room, near the bandstand. The DJ didn’t work Tuesday nights so the area was free of customers. “Since when do you ask my customers for money with a blatantly phony story?”
“Keith, it isn’t a phony story—”
“Not phony…right…telling Enzo Gray’s story and making it your own and asking for twenty-five thousand dollars isn’t phony.”
“How do you know it was Gray’s story?” Mike put his hand over his mouth.
“I know that y
