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“How about the newspaper? Or was it a website?”

Sky exhaled. “It’s a blur, Sunny, I swear,” she said. “But I’ll call you if the name comes to me. I promise.”

“No worries.” I slapped on a smile. “You remembered what’s important. That’s what counts.”

She smiled back. “True,” she said. “Listen, Sunny…Does my hair look okay?”

Thirty-Four

By the time I got back to my office, Blake had woken up—barely. He was sitting at his desk, slack-jawed and bleary-eyed, with the worst case of bedhead I’d ever seen.

“Wow,” I said once I got a good look at him. “For the very first time, I can honestly say that you look how I feel.”

“Did you find Dylan yet?”

“Nope.”

“Dang.”

“Trust me, Blake, if I solve a case, you’ll always be the first to know.”

“Awesome.” His eyelids fluttered. His head started to droop, but he jerked it back up quickly, then slapped both sides of his face.

“You…uh…feeling okay?” I asked.

“Not really.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s my fault,” Blake said. “I usually know my limits.”

“I’m sure you’ll be good as new in the morning,” I said.

“I’d better be. I feel so…soold. Like I’m forty or something.”

I cringed.Time for a change of subject.“You hear back from any of those Dylan Welch contacts you emailed?”

“Not yet.” He gave me a tired grin. “Trust me, you’ll always be the first to know.”

I smiled. “Good one.”

“You wanna know what?” He picked at a fingernail. “You were right.”

“About what?”

“Gonzo,” he said. “I don’t know why I got so into it like I did. It fuckin’ sucks, man. Always has, always will.”

“Live and learn,” I said, taking off my coat. “You won’t be able to drink it anymore. Just like I can’t drink Ouzo because of this bad Greektown experience I had back in college. Your body will remember. You won’t make the same mistake again.”

“I hope not,” Blake said.

I hung my coat on the hook near the door. “Your body always remembers,” I said. For some reason, it made me think of Richie. I pushed the thought out of my head.

“I’m assuming Spike and Elspeth are in my office,” I said.

Blake nodded.

“You make any of that good coffee?”