Chapter 83

“True enough,” I said.

Mike stood up and said, “Ready to get this show on the road?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Carl said.

I took his arm, and we headed out in Mike’s car. At the club, we went to the bar and ordered. Mike and Carl had beer, and I settled for Harvey’s. Carl was watching the crowd.

“So many guys,” he said. “I had no idea.”

“There’s a table over there in the corner,” Mike said. “Let’s grab it.”

We sat down at the table, sipped our beverages, and watched the crowd for a bit.

I was just about to ask Carl to dance in order to get him accustomed to the idea when a blond hunk walked up to the table and asked Carl if he’d like to dance. Carl said sure, and the guy grabbed Carl’s hand and led him to the dance floor.

“I feel like a father watching his virginal daughter being led to the sacrificial altar,” Mike said.

“He’ll be fine. Have you spotted Randy?”

“Yeah, he’s over there at the pool table. Let’s hold him in reserve for an hour or so and see what develops.”