Chapter 62: Beverly Brae Speaks
A man could have too much to drink, right? The last I heard it wasn’t illegal to lose your senses inside your own home and have a drink, two drinks, three drinks, and four drinks of whiskey. I blamed my actions on whiskey. Whiskey. It was always because of the whiskey. I guess sometimes that’s the way things happened, didn’t it?
Tired of reading about swashbuckling pirates, I tossed the hardback copy of Beverly Brae’s Tides that Bind across the living room and watched it thud against the floor, sitting title down. Beverly stared at me for the longest time from its back cover: blonde hair, blue eyes, and no wrinkles because of plastic surgery. Her hair was pulled up into a bun. The bun looked skewered with two wooden hair pins. Both pins were the color of m
