“I remember the night like it was yesterday.” Ethan cradled a tumbler with a single shot of whisky. Rich had offered more but he’d refused. The sting as he took a sip was welcome, an occasional nip enough to keep him from trembling, but he needed a clear head.
“You think it rained the other night…Well, that night we had the weirdest storm. I came up to the house early afternoon but the sky was so dark it looked like the heavens were going to fall. Rosie begged me to wait. She feared I’d be struck down with lightning even from the staff house to here. She remained with my father. He was so ill, we’d moved him downstairs by then.”
Another nip gave him time to look at Rich, to see how he had the man’s concentration. “It’s why the room’s so crowded. We moved my father there and all his thing
