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The Turn of the Wheel
After midnight, we went up to Syd and Anthony’s room at the Weatherford for champagne. Well, it wasn’t precisely a room, more a suite on the top floor of the hotel, complete with sitting area and a tiny kitchen. No wonder they’d wanted to give the place a workout before coming to meet Connor and me. The bed definitely looked as if it had been made up hastily — no hospital corners there — but I decided not to mention it.
The champagne put the final alcoholic haze on the evening, and even Connor’s gait wasn’t completely steady as he led me back to the apartment afterward and more or less pushed me up the stairs.
“I’m fine,” I protested, flailing weakly at him.
“If by ‘fine’ you mean drunk, then yeah,” he replied with a grin. “But it’s okay. I’m pretty wasted mys
