Chapter Twenty-Six
Sir Charles Emerson IV stepped off the landing and into the basement entertainment room. He was freshly groomed and dressed, as always, in his three-piece tweed suit. In his hands, he carried a tray. The tray contained a bowl of oatmeal, a steaming cup of coffee, and a glass of orange juice. It also contained the 9mm pistol and encrypted radio that I had been carrying when he bagged and tagged me.
Charlie set the tray on the coffee table. He stirred some powdered milk into the coffee. Placed the spoon carefully on a napkin. Took a tentative sip. Then he turned his eyes to me. "Ah, good, you're awake. Did you sleep well?"
"f**k you, Charlie," I said. I know, snappy comebacks are my specialty, right?
"Now, now, let's remain civil. We can have all this sorted out shortl
