Chapter 5

“I can’t be drunk, I only had two,” I said, the only clear thing I’d come up with.

“Two? Ha ha,” Duncan laughed. “I saw you on your fourth one and there may have been more before I came in.”

I pouted and burped. We pulled into my driveway. “You are staying here, right?” Duncan asked. Of course there were no lights on.

“Yes. Come in and meet the cats.”

“Well, I have to because otherwise you won’t even make the porch,” Duncan grumbled.

“I’m fine!” I snarled, falling out the car door.

“The dack boor is uncocked,” I babbled.

“Let’s just go in through the garage,” Duncan said.

Duncan was smarter than I was, or at least, right then.

He whistled when we entered the garage through the unlocked side door. There was enough light coming in from the streetlight to see the shape of the car, and the door to the kitchen, which I’d also left open. Tada!

“Iss a four-ten,” I got out, kicking the tire on my way past.

“Nah, it’s earlier than that, only about two-thirty,” Duncan said.