Oliver swallowed a gulp that burned his tongue, and followed down the esophagus and beyond.
“Do you know where he’ll be?” asked Cyllvia. She shoved her hand to Oliver to take the bottle.
“Let’s try the Chinatown Gateway first,” said Oliver. He thundered the Ford out of the loading zone, and piloted it north on 2nd Street with the Gateway in view. He slowly approached the area. He scoured for signs of Zippy with no success. “Let’s try the elephant,” he said to Cyllvia, who sipped a healthy swig of the whiskey.
“Sounds good,” she said as she wiped her lips with her hand. She replaced the lid on the bottle, and put the bottle in her lap. “I hope he has some Blue.”
Oliver clutched her hand. “Are you kidding?” he exclaimed jubilantly. “We’re his favorite clients!” He laughed merrily,
