“There you go, Davies,” said Sorvac, setting a bottle of whiskey and two glasses down on the table.
Davies fought down a sigh. He hadn’t asked for the drink. They were off duty, so it wasn’t against regulations, but it wasn’t the drink he objected to. It was what he knew was coming.
“I’m not going to change my mind, Sorvac.”
“Change your mind about what?”
Davies stared at the other man for long seconds, then shook his head. If Sorvac wanted to play it that way then fine. It was a good bottle of whiskey. It would be a shame to waste it. He picked up his glass and took a sip.
Sorvac took a bigger slug of his, then set it down.
“Just six weeks to go, Davies. Six weeks and you’re done. Have you decided where you’ll retire to yet?”
Davies shook his head.
“I haven’t really thoug
