CHAPTER 23SICK LIKE HELL
I gave Stumpy the paperwork and fifteen dollars, told him I was done for the day, and drove over to the Airport Bar. Madeleine was there and, as always, was very good to look at. I asked for a bourbon and ginger. I had always preferred bourbon and water, but I knew not to drink the water or to come into contact with it in any way. This meant no ice, no fresh vegetables, and make sure they open the beer in front of you. Even then, I would wipe it off with a cloth before I drank it.
“Are you feeling all right, mon cher?” Madeleine asked.
“Nothing that a strong drink won’t cure.”
“Hello mate.” I recognized Colin’s voice behind me and felt his hand on my shoulder. “Say, mate, you look like something the big cats just dragged in.”
“Madeleine, bring Colin whatever h
