Chapter 49
See You at Five
JOHN SINGLETON WOKE up Saturday morning with his face flush against the kitchen table. He strained to raise his head, but a pounding in his temples forced him to return to a resting position. John glared across the table at the empty bottle of Jameson, and recalled his classification of the bottle the previous night as one of his very few friends. A friend with a kick, he thought as his head began its upward journey for the second time, and the pounding became more tolerable. John relocated to his bed.
Two hours later, he woke up with clarity of both mind and purpose and headed to Irishtown.
“John, what brings you to my door on a cold Saturday morning?” The Professor asked.
“The last few days and weeks raised lots of questions, and I need answers.”
The Prof
