Kent Conwell - Tony Boudreaux 12 - Murder Among Friends - Plot & Excerpts
A relaxing shower and a clean change of clothes would make me feel better. But I hadn’t counted on my old man.He was up and about, ticked off because I’d been gone all day and all he had to eat was frozen pizzas. I snapped at him, “Well, you had beer, didn’t you?”He snorted. “You can’t live on beer.” He eyed my black eye and swollen forehead.I rolled my eyes. That remark from a drunk who’d lived on nothing but beer and wine for at least thirty years. I studied him, once again asking myself just how his bonethin body survived the ravages of alcohol for all those years. Based on every twenty-million-dollar report I’d seen from various governmental agencies, he should have been dead twenty years ago.On the other hand, the truth was probably closer to an observation made by my doctor that booze won’t kill you, but it will embalm you and leave you a walking mummy. In other words, if it doesn’t kill you, it’ll pickle your brain. I glanced at the clock. Almost 8:00. If I were going to see Judith Perry, I didn’t have any time to waste.
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