The restaurant was busy with the lunch time crowd as Rome walked in the door, glancing around and quickly finding Al’s familiar face in the back. The executive lifted his hand, a smile on his face. Rome returned the smile and waved before heading that direction, skirting around a waitress and a young girl who was clearly not having the best day as she shouted at her mother and flung her chair backward across the tile floor with a screech.

It wasn’t an elegant restaurant, that was for certain, but the casual atmosphere of Shooters made it a hit with the younger crowd, and it was owned by a celebrity...