What He Tells HImself

Chapter 250. What He Tells Himself LOGAN The whiskey was a habit I had formed without quite noticing when it had started. I took two fingers at six every day in the evening the way some men poured coffee in the morning. It had become a ritual that marked the day's transition rather than a problem. I had told myself that problems were things other people had. I was on my third by seven. The custody motion had failed. Both of them, actually the medical neglect angle, dismantled by Adaeze Hendricks with the kind of surgical precision I'd expected from someone I'd hired myself. And then the other thing, the Cameron Preston angle my lawyer had warned me against and I had insisted on that anyway because I needed something, anything, to slow the momentum that kept building against me. Irrelev