Page 102 of Operation K-9 Brothers

He stumbled to the door, opened it, and said, “Go away.”

“You look like shit, Double D.”

Noah blinked until he could make out the man standing in front of him.“Whiskey?What the hell are you doing here?”

“You’re my brother.Where else would I be when you’re diving into the rabbit hole headfirst?”His former teammate pushed past him, and when he was inside, his gaze went straight to the coffee table.He walked over and picked up the dime-size baggie.“The hell, Noah?”

“That’s not mine.”

Jack lasered him with a hard look.“That’s what they all say.”

Eff him.He’d meant to throw that shit away.He couldn’t deny he’d considered snorting it in the hopes it would take away the nightmares, but that crap was a one-way ticket to hell.He wasn’t so far gone that he didn’t recognize that.Not that he owed Jack an explanation.Whiskey could stare at him all he wanted, but since he didn’t appreciate the surprise visit, he was feeling ornery enough to let Jack think whatever the hell he wanted.

“Why are you here, Jack?”

“I’ve come to take you home with me.”