“She looked up. Her smile was scornful. “Men are saps,” she announced.
I almost laughed. “You did fine. Is it true—this ward business?”
“Yes,” she said. She seemed indifferent about it. She was more interested in holding her head. “I need a drink.”
“I suppose you’re a chief suspect on grounds of inheritance,” I cheerfully said. “Did you ever see his will?”
“No,” she pressed the heels of her hands to her forehead. “There’s a full pint in the lower dresser drawer.” She groaned convincingly.
“I don’t want you drunk,” I said quietly. “You talk too much.”
“Just one or two.” She Wheedled me as if I were a man, batting her eyelashes and turning on a personality smile. I ignored the act but I did get her a drink. She was too saturated with alcohol to jerk her off it suddenly.
I brought her the pint. She drank from the bottle. Her hands were shaking so that I had to unscrew the cap for her. The neck of the bottle made a tinkling sound against her teeth as she put it to her lips.
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