Chapter 55
Seated in his office, Knutson put his feet up on his desk and slid out the bottom drawer. Holding up a bottom of vodka, “Care for one?”
Running both hands through his hair, “I don't know.”
Grinning, Knutson pulled out a pack of Luckies from another drawer and held them up. Noticing Keplar's expression, “Now I got your attention.”
“I quit those things over a year ago and have quit twice more since. I never seem to be able to get over the urge...I'll pass on those, but a shot of vodka looks awfully good and might help me get by the urge.”
Pulling out two shot glasses from the same drawer, he poured them both right to the brim and handed one over. “This is how I end most days. One shot and I'm usually good for the evening.” He then fired up a cigarette and leaned back,
