Tony finished supper, such as it was, cleaned up, then tried to decide what to do with his evening. He knew he should continue with his writing, but it was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Or more like, I don’t want to sit here, thinking about dead bodies and blood. I need to get out of here and do something.”
Something turned out to be going to the club.
“Hail the conquering hero,” Greg said when Tony joined him, Dan, and Dan’s live-in boyfriend, Pat, at a table close to the dance floor.
Tony arched an eyebrow. “How do you figure that?”
“You’re famous. Your name was in the paper.”
“In the book section?” Tony asked, although he had the feeling that wasn’t what Greg meant.
“No. That was last Sunday, in the ‘Local authors’ review column. You got a good one, by the way. Congrats.”
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