"Yes, I suppose you are lucky in that sense. Next time, I would rather come to you and bring one of my bottles of Ouza from home," he answers and I laugh. "We can still keep tradition, but meet at my restaurant, the Olive Garden." "That sounds lovely. I do love their ravioli," he answers, and then gets down to business. We had quite a bit to cover. He wants to make changes to his portfolio and he wanted to invest in one of my projects that grandpa mentioned to him.
By the time we were done, so was my dad, apparently. Or maybe they were just waiting for us to finish. "What did you uncover?" Petros asks my dad. "I am sorry you got roped into our problems, but this was a move made on Jay. The wine was spiked, yes, but with something to induce cramps. Jay would have to use the bathroom, and
