Chapter 10

“What color did you say Benning’s eyes turned?” Nick looked up. He took the mug of coffee Todd held out. “Thanks.”

Todd sighed. “Crap, Nicky, I’m not even sure of what I saw. It was so fast. Hell, it might have been the lights.”

A knock on the door cut off their conversation. Todd crossed the room and opened it, then stepped aside for the porter to wheel in two wooden cases of whiskey bottles, seals intact, and leave them where Todd indicated. After the porter was gone, Todd shut the door and checked the lock

“This is going to hurt,” he said.

Nick glanced up from his book and chuckled. “You’ll survive.”

“Still hurts, though.” Todd pried open the first case and pulled the bottles out. He uncorked one and took a swig of the amber liquid. “Oh, that’s good.”

Leaning back, Nick threw one arm over the back of the couch and watched Todd, an amused expression slowly spreading over his face. “You’re supposed to get rid of it by dumping it, not drinking it.”