Hidale sat on top of a hill and overlooked the city below. Grey clouds blocked out the sun, preventing a postcard perfect view of the three rivers and two stadiums. Glassed walls shaped like hourglasses welcomed elite businessmen and uppity patrons for pricey meals. Cocktails were twenty bucks each, and lunch entrees were well over one hundred dollars. Executive conferences were held at the establishment, welcoming international businesspersons in the dining room and/or private rooms.
Bobby sat at the bar: big, brawny, with a sandy brown goatee and green eyes that reflected like emeralds in the bar’s illuminating lights. I guessed he stood at six-two and weighed two hundred and forty pounds. A weightlifter who had once used steroids when he was younger to obtain his beauty. Steel-like n**
