16: Gavin.

Two days later, I’m sitting at The Blue Marlin on the back deck, having a glass of white wine. It’s beautiful out here, and I wanted to watch the sunset over the water. I check my watch for the third time and take another sip.

“Sir, your guest has arrived,” the maître d’ says, and I stand from the table. Behind him, I see Shy Wells approaching the area I have reserved for our meeting.

The maître d’ steps away, and I extend my hand out to Shy. To his credit, he doesn’t flinch as he takes my hand and looks me directly in the eye as he shakes it.

“Thank you for coming,” I say as we both take a seat.

“I was expecting your call after my confrontation with Apollo.” He glances out to the water and then back to me. “The best table on the island, I assume.”

“That’s what I’d like to talk to you about today, Shy.” When he looks at me quizzically, I lean back in my chair. “Your assumptions.”

He presses his lips together, and as the waiter begins to approach, I wave him off. I want to get to the p