The door opened, letting in the early April chill, and along with it, Sonny Carisi. He spotted Rafael at the bar and made his way toward him, just like he’d done a thousand times before. Rafael supposed it would be the last time for that too. “What’s going on? What’s the big emergency?” Admittedly Rafael texted Sonny rarely these days, so it made sense that he would think something was wrong. Even when they were opposing each other in court, their communication was via email and often through their paralegals, but he’d been the first person Rafael thought of when he’d gotten the news. “They’re closing.” “What? Who’s closing?” Sonny was still trying to catch up. “Forlini’s.” Rafael gestured to the bar around them with his glass. It was only afternoon, but if he was saying goodbye, he was doing it with a glass (or two) of his favorite scotch.
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