Chapter 32

Hundred hours worth of traffic cam footage. That's what waiting for us when we got back to the station the next morning. And the massive hang over that Oliver and I feel is totally not helping.

We got out of control last night and had too much to drink. After reminiscing about our childhood, and laughing at me the memory of our stupidity, it felt like we consumed half the liquor stock at the pub. Now, we're both blaming each other for feeling like our heads are about explode.

"Damn! Oh! My head!" Oliver complained.

"This is your fault, Oli. I told you that we should stop on our fourth bottle of whiskey." I responded while massaging my temple.

"Man, we should have stopped on our second bottle. Damn! I need another coffee. Oh, God!" Oliver ran to the pantry to get himself another coffee. God, it's his fourth cup.

Because of dizziness, I leaned back to my recliner and closed my eyes. But even with my closed, I can still feel the world spinning ra