From the author: Susan needs a drink. Jim makes a decision. Valerie knows things. Smith is sympathetic.
“How’re you doing, Susan?”
Susan jumped, nearly losing her grip on the two drink glasses in her hands. She hadn’t heard Valerie coming into the kitchen, damn her silent and stealthy footsteps. Learning that she was a CIA agent certainly explained a lot in Susan’s mind.
Susan had been eyeing the liquor bottles on top of the cupboard, half-hidden in the cobwebbed space between the top of the cabinet and the ceiling of Pat’s kitchen. She’d been trying to stay a little more sober, or at...