Chapter Nineteen
Jia sighed and stared down at the blue martini in front of her. She used to have an easier time wiping away her problems.
The problem with developing a tolerance for alcohol was that it took more effort to get her drunk, and that meant every drink was a careful balancing act between risk and release.
She didn’t want oblivion, but it would have been nice to be a little more relaxed.
Light chatter filled the brightly lit bar. She had carefully selected the place, interested in its distance from the typical hangouts favored by police from the 1-2-2. Given the price of the drinks, the average cop wouldn’t drink there anyway. She hadn’t mentioned that to her friends, but neither of them was picky, nor had they pressed her on her reasoning.
Imogen frowned from beside her. “
