The only thing that cured a hangover was waking up at the butt crack of dawn. Somehow, that shock to the system sucked up the last of the alcohol better than sleeping it off. Worked like a charm every time.

The morning after Hill had tried to have me killed because of - what had Slim called it? A peace offering - and Paige had made it all better with double-decker BLT's and just existing in my kitchen, I wandered out of my bedroom. Low voices drifted from downstairs and around ...