Bitter Spirits

Stella

As I enter Vance’s study to tell him about the mysterious car, I find myself stopped in my tracks. The scene in front of me is rather jarring, to say the least.

He’s slumped in his chair, a half-empty bottle of what looks like his most expensive whiskey on the desk. He looks up, his eyes glazed, as if he’s somewhere far away. “Stella?” he slurs, his tongue thick and heavy. “What do you wan