He poured two more cups of coffee, spiked them from a small flask of
brandy, and handed one to Mike. They drank in silence.
Fifteen minutes later, Mike the Angel was in the little office that
Leda Crannon shared with Dr. Fitzhugh. She was alone.
"How's the girl today?" he asked.
"Beat," she said with a forced smile.
"You look beautiful," he said. He wasn't lying. She looked drawn and
tired, but she still looked beautiful.
"Thanks, Mike. What can I do for you?"