Chapter 18

“I’m not sure I’m qualified to make good on his musical requests,” the man returned.

“Allow me a moment or two to find out the reasoning behind his selection and we’ll get back to you,” the other replied, removing his wallet and placing a large bill down on the bar.

The bartender nodded and retreated.

“Ahh, Mister Mo, you don’t have to pay for me,” Jude protested. “That makes me feel like a bad friend.”

The younger man clicked his fingers to engage Jude’s attention.

“Look at me, bud,” he said seriously, “what’s going on?”

Jude swayed, struggling to get himself together.

“My kid,” he said at last. “I think my kid is in a bad place and I don’t know how to help him. I don’t know what to say.”

He turned away, shaking his head, tears suddenly forming in his eyes.

“He’s going to get hurt; he’s going to get hurt so bad, and I have no idea how to protect him from this.”