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...