Chapter 142

• "Lucky old bastard!" Mike pats me on the shoulder, smiling proudly, then he directs his nephew to follow him to a seat in the front row.
• I don't feel lucky. Not right now. I try to keep my eyes on the dramatic slow entrance of Christine but my eyes rove the room looking for a particular face instead. I catch Rodriguez at the far corner of the room. He gives me a nod. Then he steps out. Everybody's eyes are fixed on Christine so I doubt anybody noticed the exchange.
• I stare at her then, she is getting closer, I wonder how she is able to walk so slowly. A flare of irritation. Does she think this is a wedding?