Chapter 3
The bastard wouldn’t dare stand me up.
Patrick checked his watch for the fourth time since he’d been seated at a corner booth at Bristol’s Steak and Seafood Restaurant. Fifteen past the hour.
Son of a b***h.
The waitress stopped by his table with a sympathetic smile. “Did you still want to wait for the other person?”
“Yeah.”
“You want to order a drink?”
Memories of his hangover were still too fresh. “Iced tea, please. Thank you.”
As she moved away, he pulled out his cell phone. No messages from Josh telling him to fly a kite. He sighed and laid the phone on the table.
He hadn’t been to Bristol’s in a while, but it looked just like it had when Josh and Eddie had taken him there for his birthday not too long after Andrew took his own life. He’d avoided the place ever since
