Dennis said, âJohnny Walker redâa doubleâfor my friend.â
âThanks,â Max murmured as Scott rushed off.
âSo how you been?â Dennis asked.
âWellâ¦not so hot, as you can see,â Max said, gesturing at himself. âBut thatâs not the reason I wanted to talk to you. You seeââ
âWait. After we order lunch. I didnât eat breakfast today.â The waiter brought Max his drink, and Dennis ordered antipasto, soup, pasta, and prime rib for them both. âThat okay with you, Max?â Dennis asked.
âSounds great.â
âAnd donât take too long,â Dennis said to the waiter. âWeâre two hungry guys here.â Scott dashed toward the kitchen, about ten feet off the ground.
âSo, things havenât come together for you since that trouble a few years back?â Dennis asked.
As the table became loaded with bruschetta, baked brie, and roasted garlic, Max turned the conversation back to Dennis and his football career, as if he didnâtwant to talk about his own troubles. Not when he had a chance at a feast.
It wasnât until they were well into the prime rib that Max said, âVeronica Maple was released from prison three days ago.â
Dennis tried to act surprised. âI heard she was expected to get out around this time. I didnât know exactly when. Why do you care?â
Slowly, Max lay down his fork and knife. âDonât play dumb. I know you kept in touch with her.â
âBut I didnât!â Dennis protested.
âShe told people you did. People in the prison.â
âWhy would I? She meant nothing to me. Think, man! She ripped me off, too.â
Max looked, at first, as if he didnât believe him. But then his eyes softened, questioning. Should he trust Veronica and her prison cronies over Dennis? Had he forgotten that Dennis had been the only one to help him in any way three years ago?
âIâm on your side in this,â Dennis said. âI always have been.â
Max ran his fingers through his greasy hair. âSheâs still got the money. Most of my clients were paid off like you were. The insurance company did right by you, didnât it?â
âHey, Max. Calm down. They did okay.â
âItâs just me. Iâm the one she ruined.â His fists clenched. âI canât wait to get my hands on her!â
âYouâve got to forget about her. This isnât going to do you any good. Leave the city. Keep away from her.â
âI wonât do it. Sheâs got what I want!â
âMax, let me give you some money.â He pulled out a wad from his pocket. âHow much do you need? Five hundred? A thousand?â
âItâs not what I need now. Itâs the whole thing. She stole eight million dollars from my clients! Do you know what that did to me? To my reputation?â
âHere. Forget the eight million. Itâs a thousand. Itâs all I got with meâexcept to pay this restaurantâbut you need more, you let me know. You were the greatest, Max. You helped me invest my money and make nearly twenty percent return on it. You stopped me from doing a lot of stupid stuff I wanted to do. If it werenât for you, Iâd have nothing.â Dennis placed it on the table by Maxâs plate.
Max stared at the money. âTell me this. Did she contact you?â
Dennis waited a long time before he whispered, âNo.â
Maxâs eyes bored into him, colder than Dennis had ever seen them. âTell me how to reach her.â
Dennis slowly shook his head. âI donât know.â
âDamn it, Dennis! If youâre lying!â
Dennis noticed that the other customers looked up, concerned. âForget her! Sheâll only cause you to do something thatâll get you into more trouble.â
âLike what? Kill her? Believe me, Iâd love to. Once I get my money
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