“Somebody should get rid of that piece of garbage,” Frankie said between gulps of his Guinness. “And who the fuck names their kid Chauncey? It automatically makes you an enormous douchebag.”
Tom bobbed his head in agreement. He tried to remain calm, but his heart was beating like a virgin at Hedonism. He didn’t want Frankie to suspect what he had planned. Getting rid of Chauncey was already on his to do list.