The whiskey burned going down, but the cool Pabst he'd bought to chase it with cooled it.

He sighed in irritation when his phone went off, and almost let it ring.

If there was trouble at the station, though, he couldn't let it go.

Leaning against the headboard and propped up by pillows on the bed, Bill set the bottle of whiskey on the night stand, and held his beer in one hand as he answer.

"Hello?"