An absurd bar bet to tight walk along the top of a chain link fence in the rain leads to a broken collarbone, a romance and a brutal murder that a retired assassin is bound to solve even though the solution takes him almost three thousand miles away.
But somehow I had to admit, if only to myself, I was comfortable being here and looking forward to what the future would hold.
It was a dare with a few bucks involved, a bar bet. Seemed like a totally plausible proposition at the time, but I wasn't counting on rain slick on steel pipe, a stumble over my own foot and a broken collarbone. Then again I was quite drunk and celebrating a divorce, not from a woman but from a job, and the settlement of an estate, an inheritance. Freedom is heady and when mixed with alcohol can become pretty painful.
My only solace was that I made it twe...