61 — DESMOND STERLING (POV)

“There's something going on, isn't there?” Rich asks, looking directly into my eyes.

“What do you mean?” I clear my throat, taking a sip of the drink the bartender has just placed on the bar, already ordering another.

“I know you well enough, and even if I didn't, I'd still know there's something going on with you.” He sighs and shakes his head. “You can tell me.”

So this is a new way of torturing