Nick chuckled, and Todd could see he’d gone back to flipping pages of the reference books they’d brought. Once finished, Todd took the bottles back to the main sitting room. The bottle he’d set aside was put with their bags. Of the others, he set all but one back in the case, then took it and the pitcher of tea back into the bathroom, refilled the whiskey bottle with tea, and tried some. “Ugh, that’s just awful. It should be illegal.”
“I think it is,” Nick said from the other room.
Todd had started on the second case when Nick stood and crossed the room, one of the books open and held in one hand. Standing beside Todd he asked again, “Red eyes?”
“I think so.” Todd stopped, closed his eyes, and thought for a minute, trying to dredge the image to the forefront of his mind. “Yes. Red eyes,
