Wilder stopped pacing to rummage through the bottles in Torj’s side cabinet, looking for his supply of fire extract. ‘Where’s your liquor?’ ‘I’m doing a cleanse,’ Torj replied, deadpan. Wilder gave him a stony look and waited. Torj waved to the lower half of the cabinet. ‘Bottom left cupboard. If I don’t hide it, Kipp tends to help himself.’
