Chapter 39 An Emergency Meeting With Kent

• "And I don't know what to do to stop it, either!" I finish on a semi-hysterical note two hours later, having taken the rest of the afternoon off from work by pleading a bad headache.
• Kent extends an arm across the table to squeeze my free hand, the one that's not currently clutching my second glass of whisky like a lifeline. I lift it to my lips and down the rest of it in one, then raise it shakily toward the bar.
• Dave nods and walks over with the bottle, topping me up with a stiff double.