16‘Are those empty beer bottles I can see on your kitchen table, Vincent?’
Vince was cradling a coffee, gazing at his computer screen. He’d slept well for a change. Always did on those nights.
‘Yeah, Myf,’ he replied, ‘got it in one. Six in total. Coopers. The pale ale, you’ll be interested to hear, not the sparkling one.’
‘So …’ she added, looking worried.
‘So, nothing,’ he said, moving his laptop cam around. ‘See, three bottles of mineral water too. San Pellegrino,’ he added, ‘if you’re wondering.’
‘You’re not drinking again, are you, Vincent?’
‘Not me, Myf. Just my bandmates having a few beers. I was on the soft stuff.’ He laughed. ‘Sad, isn’t it?’
Dr Williams’ frown faded and she sat back. ‘I’m pleased you’re playing your guitar again.’ She smiled. ‘Good therapy.’
‘S’pose,’ he
