Part 4 of 9 - The Mysterious Man

I sit right next to him and motion for the barkeep to bring one for me and one for my “friend.”  My right hand remains concealed in my coat pocket.  So close now.  My palms are starting to sweat, and I have to remind myself to breathe.  The die was cast two months ago.  No choice, no turning back.  I stare at the fat man until he finally realizes he's being watched.