"Uh-huh. That and chain-smoking," Eddie informs him, as he pulls a few glasses from under the bar and reaches for a soda spigot. His glance flicks from Caspian to Susan and back so fast it might be easy to miss. "Guess it has at that, especially given what's coming up tomorrow. You know about that?"

He knows he does, but the real question is how much, and the answer'll tell him a hell of a lot.