"In the morning?" asked Tracy.
"This is a celebration, girl. There you go." And Crippens sloshed liquor into three glasses. His hands were shaking.
"I said what's the matter?" McLeod ignored the drink.
Crippens didn't. "Not a thing. Not a single, solitary thing."
"Go ahead and talk to him," Tracy said.
"Don't mind her, Darius. Have another?" Crippens poured for himself.
"Darn it, Cripp. Even if it means making me feel better?"
"Darius wouldn't do a thing like that, that's all."
"Like what?" McLeod wanted to know.
"I have to hand it to you," Tracy told him. "I thought you'd do your best to change the subject."