Chương 334: Candlelit Questions

Well, wasn't I just simply moving up in the world, huh? Hey? Mmm?

One day you're breaking bread with a mob boss, then the next you're sharing candlelit conversation with a police commissioner. 

Out of context, I sounded like the biggest baddest hotshot playing both sides like a fiddle in an intense game of cat and mouse. Alas, in actuality, I'm but simply a simple man with the utter knack for always being at the wrong place at the wrong time, or perhaps, the other way around depending on the view on things.

Which begs the question - what's the view here now?

Peeking past the rims of my drink, as I held it close, sipping sips, all the while, this elderly man's wrinkly soft gaze stare down at me silently as if wanting nothing more than to just quietly relish the sight of me drinking my glass empty… which I promptly ended up doing shortly after.

Which begs the next question -