Chapter 60: The bigger picture

"How long are you going to wallow?" Robb asked from behind.

Oliver stilled for a second, then drank his whisky. The last person he thought would find him at the Lockwood bar was his old man. One of his friends had snitched, and his bet was on Vivian; the bastard always cracked at the littlest pressure.

There was no judgment in Robb's tone, which was good because Oliver had enough for the day and would throw words and hands if it came to that.

After he left the company earlier, he knew coming to the Lockwood bar would not be the best idea. Cecil had her doctor's appointment at ten a.m., and that came first. He called her to ask for directions, as this hospital differed from the others she had gone to with him. It seemed Cecil had taken the cue that his day wasn't going well and wanted to add to it. She told him she would only disclose the location when she was about to leave, so he had to stay in his car on the road and wait until ten a.m.

After the doctor's appointment and usual check