Late one night, Ludwig Dreck showed up at the diner while I was trying to break up a brawl between two ne’er-do-wells who’d had one too many beers and insulted each other’s spouses and s****l prowess.
I glimpsed him out of the corner of my eye as I struggled with the idiots straining against me, but the shock of the sight of Lud didn’t detract from the matter at hand.
“Phil, let him go,” I growled as I placed a hand each between him and George, pressing against their chests while both men attempted to grab each other’s shirts for the millionth time, it seemed. Some buttons had already popped off somewhere.
“Shut up, Deke. This ain’t your affair.” Right, because they hadn’t just busted two chairs and broken a table leg, and had done something similar last month.
“You don’t stop, I’m cal
