4: Down the Rabbit Hole“Smith!”
The detective couldn’t decide if the knocking came from the other side of the door or from the pulsing inside his head.
“Smith!”
“It’s unlocked.”
His office door swung open, and Wynn entered, maneuvering around the empty bottles of booze littering the floor. He lifted his head from the stack of newspapers he had used as a pillow and wiped some residual vomit from his lower lip.
“Jeepers creepers, what happened?” she asked as she helped him to a sitting position.
“I went to Rippetoe’s last night and had a few drinks.”
“Looks like you had more than a few.”
“Seriously. I only had a few. I left the lounge to head downtown to talk to some people.”
“Well, what did you find out?”
“I … I don’t remember. I don’t even remember making it there.”
Wynn collect
