Hey Frank how ‘bout let’s go knock back a few beers at Hobo’s?"
Another Detective yelled from an office next door.
“Beer? Hell, I need some real strong whiskey for this day!”
“Whiskey it is.”
After about my fifth shot and three or four beers I began to give Mickey the skinny on the little princess.
I went through the whole thing about the explosion in Siberia, then he stopped me.
“Actually Frank, it was June fourteenth at seven fourteen A.M, Lilith should have remembered that.”
The shot glass
fell out of my hand as I grabbed the joker by the collar and yelled, “How the hell would you know her name was Lillith?”
The big Mick broke down in tears as he said with head in his hands,
“Because.. I.. I.. just erased Adam .”