Chapter Seventy-Nine
Aidan turned the engine off. He couldn’t leave Chris in this state; the guy was drowning in vodka. He could do himself an injury, he thought, pulling on the handle, and opening his door. “This could be a mistake,” he said, hauling himself out of his seat.
Walking towards the barn, Aidan hoped Chris wasn’t drinking more. “Chris! We need to talk, mate.” No reply, no ranting. “Chris?”
When he reached the barn, Chris lay on the floor unconscious. On the other side of the room, shattered glass littered the ground. “Chris!” Aidan ran over to his ex-friend, got on his knees. He tapped Chris lightly on the cheek. “Come on, wake up.”
The main problem he had was ascertaining if Chris was drunk and unconscious, or if he was suffering something more insidious. Aidan thought Ch
