“I’ve got some vodka in the freezer,” Alan said.
“I’ll take some of the Irish whiskey on the sideboard in the living room.”
Adam looked at him sharply and he shrugged and smiled an apologetic smile. “I’ve been watching,” he said.
They crossed the park together and Buddy stopped to look hard at the fountain. “That’s where he took Edward, right? I saw that.”
“Yeah,” Alvin said. “Do you know where he is now?”
“Yeah,” Billy said. “Gone.”
“Yeah,” Adam said. “Yeah.”
They started walking now, Billy’s limp more pronounced.
“What’s with your leg?”
“My foot. I lost a couple toes last year to frostbite and never got them looked at properly.” He reeked of piss and booze.