“Good evening sir.” “Good evening Mike.” Hugh puffed out his cheeks and sighed as he sat down on the plush, high backed bar stool. “A glass of the house Shiraz please?” Mike reached for the bottle. “Had a good day sir?” “Very.  But I’m glad it’s over, it’s been a long three weeks.” “Has it really been three weeks?” “I’m afraid so.” “Your wine sir. Enjoy.” Hugh watched as…