CHAPTER 12
BRAX
“She drank herself into a stupor, almost got abducted, and then passed out. What did you expect me to do, Carissa? Leave her there on the sidewalk?”
“You could have taken her home.”
“I couldn’t find her keys, and she was incapable of telling me where they were.”
“Ever heard of calling a locksmith?”
“At one o’clock in the morning? You’re really reaching now.”
“Why didn’t you put her in one of the rooms on the second floor?”
“Because she’d already vomited at least once, and I didn’t want her to ruin the soft furnishings. We were fully booked the next night. For f**k’s sake, Carissa, haven’t you ever heard of altruism?”
“My lawyer might want to speak with her.”
“Fine. Call her in for a deposition. I’ll give her the morning off, but I’m deducting the cost from your se
