Chapter 39

• Dade parked behind the Jeep and shook his head. He probably was passed out on the couch, just as he’d said.
• Getting out, he went to the door and walked in bellowing, “Security system won’t do you a damn bit of good if the door’s unlocked, man.” He stopped in midstride when he saw the man sitting in suit pants and a wrinkled dress shirt propped against the wall by the kitchen door with a half-empty bottle of what looked like rye.
• “Dade!” Owen tried to get up and tipped over. “Have a drink, man. We’re cel... brating the signing of contracts!” He took a long swallow before continuing. “I’m doing six books, man. Publisher’s all ’cited about it. Me too.”