Callahan
I need to make one stop before going to my wife.
Heathcliff Esmeralda has just been discharged from the hospital. When I arrive at his home, he seems surprised. I don't think he realized knew where he lived but he's quick to check his expression and invite me into the plain, uncared for house.
"You rent it furnished?" I ask although I already know.
"Easier," he says. "Whiskey?" he seems chastened. At least a little. His arm is in a sling, but it's not broken. He's got a soft bandage around it.
"How is it?" I gesture to it.
"Hurts when I move anything. But I have good meds."
He's not taking them though. I can tell from how tightly his face is set.
I take the whiskey he offers and drink a sip only because he drinks from his first and it was poured from the same bottle.
"So.
