Chapter 62

STRIKER

“You’ve been sighing, and you’re here playing golf with disinterest while you’re mind is somewhere. Have you talked to your wife?”

“Sorry.” My plans went well than I had planned. I could finally take London away from her self-serving father. “I have a lot in mind lately.” I hadn’t told Moses that Linus had something to do with the plane crash, not until I could convince him to help my fucking father-in-law under the threat of an Italian mafia.

“You’re exhausted. If you don’t stop whatever nonsense you’re doing, you’ll end up in a mental institute.”

“Jeez, thanks.”

“I’m serious, son.” He struck the ball, landing close to the pin. He played golf often, and he was good at it. I preferred soccer—football in Europe, also famous in Capria. I liked to get my body worn out. It was a good workout, anyway, unlike golf.

“I heard you.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” He signaled Emory to bring the cart. “Just say it.”

“Say what?” I followed him to