The man dropped his chin to his chest and whispered, "Yes, it\'s Nina.
Tino came around the chairs and was.
You cold bastard. "I\'m sorry for your loss, sir." I reached out and touched his shoulder.
His eyes were dripping cold tears into a bucket of ice and nothing was melting.
Not sobs, but the refined tears of a wealthy man who was trying to decide who to call first-his lawyer or hers.
Almost as though he had been meditating.
It\'s my wife." The tears came a few minutes later.
The man dropped his chin to his chest and whispered, "Yes, it\'s Nina