Chapter 688

• I poured Paul a stiff drink once I got him seated in my office on the couch. His hands were shaking, he was pale, and I could hear his heart racing. I put the glass down on the table in front of him as he eyed me warily.
• “So you speak to animals? And what the fuck was that blue shit on your hands?” he asked me, his eyes wide with fear.
• “Have a drink, Paul, you’re going to need it,” I said to him, as I sat down opposite him and emptied my glass.