"I've lost a day," Lennox said slowly. "I don't know where I was or what I was doing from nine last night to nine tonight."
"Um. Loaded?"
"Looks like."
"Smells like. What were you drinking? Caveat Emptor Reserve?"
"I've got a feeling that I did something dirty.... Something that's going to shock hell out of me if I ever find out.... Something as dark as that cellar. Maybe that's why I blew down there."
"You're not the dirty type, Jake."
"But I'm scared. I—You know those newsreels where they dynamite a smoke-stack?"
"Yep. Always comes after the Miami water-skis. They play suspense-type music in two-four."
"I feel like that moment just before everything collapses. But what blew up, Sam? What happened?"
"You think something blew up between tonight and last night?"