I took a deep breath and lowered the book I was holding to the couch.

I checked my wrist watch and it was fifteen past the time Tiffany said she'd come over.

I tried to take my mind off the whole situation but it wasn't working. All I could think of was to get a glass of distilled whiskey.

I reached for the slab and poured some to the glass. I gulped it down in one turn and a furrow appeared on my forehead.

I dropped the glass and turned away, walking back to the ...