Chapter Seventeen
Jones Redman leaned back against the plush chair in the office of Dr. Alice Barker. He smiled as he accepted the drink she had poured from the tray on the side table. He studied the amber liquid for several seconds before he drained it with one swallow. He held out the glass for a refill, relaxing when she handed it to him.
“Have you had any luck finding his spaceship?” Alice asked, walking over to sit in the high-backed leather chair behind her desk. “Surely, it couldn’t be far from where you found him?”
Redman relaxed as the expensive brandy flowed through him. It was the first time in five years that he had allowed himself to have a drink. The first one since he was almost blinded during a mission and reclassified to the dusty Department of Paranormal and Extraterre
