Chapter 74: My Mate's Wife

Fitzgerald Everest sat at the mahogany bar in Shades, staring at his whiskey glass as the ice slowly melted into the amber liquid, turning his Four Roses into a watered-down waste. He shouldn’t be here. He should be at home, watching his wife finish dinner and getting ready for their evening of nonstop reruns. He should be drinking water or tea or even coffee, not whiskey. He should be doing all those things.

But he wasn’t.