The waiter breezed by, setting the beers down and disappearing without a glance. Perry brought the beer to his lips and looked across the table at Reid, who had flown in from Austin, TX that afternoon, just to have dinner. He really was something. A dead ringer for the 49ers’ Nick Bosa in build and looks. He oozed a confidence that bordered on cocky, but he also had a genuine smile and a knack for making you feel like a million bucks, so it was okay.
Reid was a dangerous man. If Perry wasn’