“Yep,” Quist confirmed.
“Good. We haven't much time.” He took a long pull of his dark lager, and I found that mine was half-gone, and it went straight to my head. Tom watched me down it to nearly the bottom, drew me a second one, and slid it before me. One was all I could handle, but what the hell?
“Oh, how much I owe you?” I fumbled for the zipper on my purse.
Tom's hand waved me off, “On the house, Sabrina.”
I jerked my gaze up to take him in. “You're kidding me, right?” I looked over at Rick, then turned to eye Morkel. They both nodded to me.
“Sabrina, I know that you won't be able to forget what you've seen here tonight, and so I must ask you to keep it to yourself,” Morkel advised. “I'd rather not delete the memory, if we can at all avoid it.”
“You can do that?” I looked over at
