Brain land

Ok, so the name of the restaurant was NOT "Brain land".... it was "Something Land.."  another vital organ. I'm not gonna name it, for legal reasons, but I'll give you a hint.. Today is Valentine's day.... A day we celebrate emotions that are typically felt from the _eart! Good, you guessed it.  The second part of the puzzle ryhmes with "AND" .... but it starts with the letter L.  "_eart _and"  and then there's a brewery attached at the end.

So John was working for this company for a few months.  I couldn't tell you how many, since I was so up to my eyeballs in job changes and insurance changes and paperwork up the yingyang.

He seemed to like it.  He was GM of 2 of the company's properties and seemed to be busy all the time.  The restaurants are right smack in the center of Times Square, so even in typically "off" seasons, they were busy. Good stuff.

This was coming off of yet another abrupt end at his last place of employment.. So here we are on eggshells again. 

He worked a lot.  I actually visited him at the restaurant twice and can testify that it was, in fact, a super busy place and it made sense for him to be working crazy hours there.

Two restaurants, literally next door to each other, literally in the shadow of the times square building.

That said.... come on.  Come On.  If your husband isn't earning 6 digits, and yet he's "working" over 80, 90, 100 hours a week? there is a problem.  And the problem most likely is, YOU'RE an idiot.

He's not at work all that time. He's messing around. Either gambling (in my husband's case) or goin after hookers, or has a girlfriend, or something.  He's up to something. Tell yourself whatever you want to sleep at night, but you're in for some shit if this relates to you.

There was a good amount of discussion between John and I about this job.  I was constantly saying how I thought he was there too much (all the while suspecting he wasn't actually there when he claimed to be).  He was all, "Well I have to be if I want to make it with this company! They're a small company that's about to blow up! yadda yadda."

Fast forward:
When I finally found out why Detective Cadigan was looking for John, things started adding up.
John was  is suspected of stealing @ $25,000 from their money drop.   He was still involved with the fucking mob. He was still making deals with them. Or at the very least, he was gambling again.  Fucking A.