Roman rested back against his chair, taking a sip of his scotch. Their meal had been excellent. They had turned down dessert. They had both requested a vintage scotch on ice. He looked at his friend. There was something definitely going on with him. Lines were etched into his forehead and around his mouth, and he had lost weight. “Luca, what’s going on with you? You seem distracted and you look tired.”

Luca rubbed his hand across his face. “I’m not in the US just for business. I’m ...