CHAPTER LXXIV: BAD GUYS

It was already late in the evening before the Trinity was done discussing Hero’s chosen but secret lady love. By the time Don Antonio Agpalza was finished with his last statement, his listeners have already been silent for more than just a couple of hours.

And everyone stayed stoically staring down at the floor or out of the window for the next quarter of an hour as well.

”So… do you mind if I have a shot, gents?”

Both elderly men look at the middle-aged one motioning to a newly delivered bottle of Scotch along with three crystal glasses and even a small decanter of ice. All of these on top of an antique and elegant silver tray. The Detective and the Major nods.

Rube takes the whole Scotch, unscrews the cap, and drinks a quarter of the bottle's contents in one long swig...

“Yeah, that’s the shit!” he growls after his “shot” finished within a quarter of a minute. He inhales deeply then faces his silent audience with bewilderment and something close to fear written on his face…

Then unl