“Twenty to one,” Jace drawled, “Josie’s got nothin’ to listen to in her car ‘cept a disc full of me.”
I said, “I’ve known you too long to take that bet.”
Jace lurched his way behind the bar and damn near stuck himself on the knife in my hand on his way to the whiskey bottle.
He poured himself a double and eased a teaspoon of coke into it. Then he wobble…