Chapter 58 A Walk In The Garden
- Sitting and drinking with a dead body has its perks.
- It's silent and can't sass at you.
- I take small sips from the glass of scotch in my hand, intermittently tapping my fingers against it as I focus on the burn in my throat. Too little at a time, so I swirl the liquid and throw the remaining contents into my mouth, relishing the warm harsh feeling of it in my stomach.