Sir LancelotChapter 9
Jamey Halo had been semi-drunk for thirty-six hours; he'd slept in short, fitful catnaps through out the night, interspersing these with bouts of vodka guzzling and angry tear-shedding, all in the aftermath of Susan's phone call. He still couldn't believe it; she loved him and he was certain of it. There was something else... something that had driven her to break off their relationship, but he couldn't, for the life of him, determine what it might be. Several times he had tried to reach...