CHAPTER 15
MIA“All right, Mia,” Sal said, voice shrill. He walked out from the back, weakly lifting his bag and putting it over his shoulder. “I’m about to go. You got this from here—” He readjusted his glasses. “Michael, is that you?”
Mr. Bryne smiled widely at him, tipping his drink toward Sal. “Still remember me?”
I furrowed my brows. “You guys know each other?”
Sal put a shaky hand on Mr. Bryne’s shoulder. “He used to work for me. Almost thirty years ago.”
“It’s been that long, huh?”
“Best worker I ever had,” Sal said, nudging me. “Besides you.”
“She could learn a trick or two,” Mr. Bryne said, winking at me with those devilish eyes.
“Well”—Sal squeezed Mr. Bryne’s shoulder—“it was nice seeing you. Come in more often. Maybe Mia can show you how it’s done.”
Mr. Bryne nodded, an
