This was a good thing. I needed a whole lot of coffee to clear my brain. Or maybe I just needed a new brain. We were seated at a table for two. As per my training, I had grabbed the chair that allowed me to look out across the restaurant, with my back to the wall Like in the old westerns. “I hate my life,” I mumbled into the mug. “Why don’t you change it then?” I looked up sharply. If Pete was trying to be helpful, he had a lot to learn. “I did try.” The look I gave him wasn’t warm. “I left Hamilton two years ago to do my own thing in a place far away. They found me eventually and convinced me to come back. It took awhile.” I took a slurp. Now he looked serious. “That doesn’t seem right.” “You don’t understand.” I shook my head firmly. “They brought me back for my own safety. Two attempts had already been made to kidnap me. I was a sitting target for anyone who had a thing against my Uncle Vince. Still am, in fact. But on his home turf, they don’t dare try it.
