My Father Knew Him the Second He Stepped Into Frame

too much after tonight.”

“Breakfast?”

“With him, yes.”

I looked through the restaurant window. Mr. Baines was arguing with the waiter because he’d insisted on paying and Mrs. Keating was trying to slide her card in anyway.

“Okay,” I said. “Yes. I can do that.”

“Good. One more thing. He asked me to tell you specifically not to let anybody pressure you into continue reading …