Hazard found Somers standing by the refrigerator, holding an unopened Pepsi in one hand. Shaw was halfway inside one of the cabinets, the sari riding up. The clatter told Hazard that he was going to spend his next free day organizing the kitchen again. “Jesus Christ.” “Well,” Somers said, “he told me he wanted to see if it was, uh, quote, ‘drinkable,’ if he put lime in it. I told him we didn’t have any limes, and he said that was ok, he only needed the ethereal essence of a lime.”
