Harry immediately regretted his recent comment to Diane about scarring their livers in Surinam, or las Islas Malvinas. Yes, that was what the Argentines called the Falkland Islands. He knew it would come to him in a moment of clarity. Is that what this pounding headache and nausea was? A moment of clarity? He decided he would prefer the calm medicated haze of inebriation over this painful clarity any day.

Harry surveyed his own attire. Normally a dapper fellow, he was chagrined to find his wrinkles had sprouted wrinkles of their own. He relaxed, realizing he faced no risk here with this bunch.

�Denby, you have a visitor.�

Harry nearly jumped out of his skin. He hadn�t noticed the dough-faced young cop approach. He jolted around quickly, then recovered coolly as a tiger. His skull resumed its relentless spinning and throbbing. Involuntarily, he groaned in pain.

�Who�s honoring me with an audience?� Harry�s voice was rough. He cleared his throat, causing another clanging episode behind his eyes, and he winced.

�Huh?�

�Who wants to see me?� Harry barked impatiently. If each phrase to this young genius had to be translated, Harry might be compelled to shorten his life to save the rest of world from this misery.

�I dunno,� the young cop answered with a passive, blank look on his face.

Harry reluctantly followed his dim young jailer into the hallway. Amazingly, he was not cuffed. Harry resisted every urge to subdue this foolish boy and teach him a lesson on proper prisoner transport procedure. However, it was obvious that this young man knew Harry was a detective and was trying, in his own misguided way, to be respectful. Another throb at his temples clinched his decision to resist his own pedagogical urge. Harry followed in silence through the maze of metal doors, cages and chambers that separated his holding cell from the interview rooms. Harry was shown into a small office in the middle of a long hallway, and the attorney sitting at the table inside stood when Harry walked through the door, greeting him warmly with a firm handshake.

�Detective Denby. Robert Ramirez. Bob. I�m the attorney for NYPD officers. Please, take a seat. I took the liberty of getting you some coffee, water, and as much Migraine-Strength Excedrin as I was allowed to smuggle in.� He smiled warmly.

�I�m grateful. Very thoughtful of you.� Harry�s voice was still rough, and he tried in vain to clear his throat again.

�Well, sir, I admit I�ve visited some of your brothers-in-arms within these walls before, and I�ve found these items to be very popular in circumstances such as yours.�