Chapter 122

Then an idea hit him on how to leave without them realizing he wasn’t still in the house. They were used to his passing out, he was certain. He just had to make it look as if he had drunk so much that he’d barely made it back into the house to crash.

He took his dishes back to the kitchen, and then dug the whiskey bottle out of the trash. What will pass for whiskey from a distance?Tea!If there’s still any of Ginna’s…The memory of them sitting in the living room, her drinking tea as they watched some show on TV, assailed him. He pressed his hands to the counter, head bowed as he waited for the ache of her loss to lessen. Then he forced himself to find the box of tea and took out four bags, which he put in a pan of water to steep as it boiled.