Flack went into his desk again, took out a fifth of bourbon, and poured some into his coffee. He grinned. “Wanna cheer yours up a little?”

“No thanks.” I got up, “I’ll keep in touch, Julian.” Flack’s grin disappeared. “Don’t call me Julian. And watch your step. I got enough trouble without having you turn up dead.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Then how come you tried to poison me with the coffee?”

(cf. Vorzimmer, Jeff. The Best of Manhunt 2 (pp. 350-351). Stark House Press. Kindle Edition.)