Dean and Carlo embraced warmly, slapping each other on the shoulder. "How have you been lately?"
Carlo's poker face broke into a light chuckle. "Alright, pretty relaxed. Just feeling a bit less accomplished. It's not as cool as when you were around, boss. Back then, it was both money and a sense of achievement."
"HA HA!"
Dean laughed heartily.
This kid, always so frank.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Old Hunter looking over as if Dean had stolen his girlfriend, sour-faced and jealous. He quickly changed the subject. "Take a seat. Captain Hunter, you're here too. I haven't been back in a long time, so let's enjoy ourselves today."
Old Hunter waved his hand and found a spot to sit down. "We still have cases to work on, Dean. If there's nothing else, Carlo and I will have a couple of drinks and then leave."
