Twenty-nine:
Deacon Foy
Deacon’s head was pounding. He didn’t know what he’d been thinking, drinking as much as he had. “I don’t think you should drive home,” Selene said, “sleep it off in one of the booths and in the morning, I will wake you up, yeah? You got a little out of control tonight, Foy. You’ve got to sleep it off and get your s**t together. You don’t want to see Ellery tomorrow and have her know that you are a complete and total mess because of this whole thing. You don’t ant to fight Landry Thayer. You couldn’t take him.”
“I could take him!” Deacon objected. He was sitting on the stool at the bar, and he knocked over the bear that he had everywhere. “I could f—ff-ight him! I could, Selene. And I would do an—ann-annyyythinf for Ellery. If Ellery needed me to fight him, I w
