"I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'll take it as a compliment," said Logan. This was fun. "I can recite my Miranda rights if it'll up my score even further."

And, with a cheerful smile, he withdrew a flask from his jacket pocket, unscrewed the top, and took a swig. (He didn't have a lot of bourbon left in it from Cayce's party, maybe a couple full shots at best, but you had to make the most of these moments in life.)