Sins of Two Fathers
Prologue
Somewhere in the Middle ...
Thursday, July 27
Hank Tobin hit bottom.
Lower, Tobin thought, watching the white-bearded
parkie spear a fast-food wrapper with the
pointed pole and stuff it into the big, green
Department of Parks garbage bag. I've sunk past
the bottom into the subbasement of hell.
He shifted on the wooden park bench, gripping
the pint of Stolichnaya concealed in the brown
paper bag. Like a park-bench bum, he thought. He
hadn't had a drink, not one drop of alcohol, in
four years. Hadn't really been tempted. The
booze had helped wreck his marriage, had clouded
his thinking on the night he wrote the most
reckless newspaper column of his life, had
strained his relationship with his kids. But
right now he was hungry for a drink. For escape.
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