Fate and Destiny

Tony sat quietly, watching as Remo drank his third glass of whiskey, the tension between them palpable. It wasn't like Remo to indulge so heavily in alcohol, and the four cigars he'd already gone through in less than an hour were a clear sign that something was very wrong. Tony could feel the shift in his friend's mood, the usual composed, almost unreadable expression giving way to something darker, more conflicted.

Tony knew better than to press Remo for information; if he wanted to talk, he would. Instead, Tony tried to steer the conversation to something relevant, hoping to gauge Remo's state of mind. "There's still a dead end on who killed Abby's father," Tony said, keeping his tone casual, almost as if he were commenting on the weather. "I don't think we'll ever know."