The small group of white-suited men congregated before the door leading to the kitchen. One of them knocked hesitantly, calling for their captain. Silence. He knocked again, louder, more urgently. No response. Sharing uneasy looks with his fellows, he turned the handle and pushed the door open.
Darkness. Lights off, vacant chairs lined up neatly with the tables. The room looked empty. Then, after their eyes had adjusted to the dimness, they spotted him. Slumped on a tall stool by the bar running along one wall, lying on the countertop with his face turned to one side and his arms framing his head, unmoving.
They rushed to him, stared in shock at the dozens of empty bottles scattered around him. He had never seemed like a drinker to them, and…Read more >