Chapter 3
“You did come,” Reid said when Michael joined him outside the restaurant early Sunday evening. “I figured it was fifty-fifty that you would.”
Michael smiled. “Seventy-thirty on my part that I wouldn’t. But then I decided what the hell. It’s a free meal.”
“And one should never pass on that.” Reid led the way inside, gave his name to the hostess, and five minutes later they were seated. The waiter arrived immediately to hand them menus and ask if they wanted a drink.
Reid was about to order a beer, then thought better of it. He asked for iced tea, then looked at Michael.
“Iced coffee, please,” Michael told the waiter. When the man was gone, he said to Reid, “You could have had a beer, or something. Just because I don’t drink, doesn’t mean you have to refrain.”
“Eh. I’m not mu
