Cash considered Theo's question for a beat. His eyes flicked towards the door to one of the bedrooms, not Angie's, the other one — by rights, none of Cash's things should be in there, because Angie had had a roommate or two in the intervening years, but. He would have to look inside, to be sure.

He looked back at Theo, swallowed, and stepped into the kitchen. "The easy part," Cash said. He leaned up to open the cabinet, revealing bottles of liquor, some partially drank, some unopened. He brought down a bottle of bourbon that was already two-thirds empty. There wouldn't be any use in bringing that home.

He turned towards Theo. "Can you grab some glasses? They're — the cabinet two to the right," Cash said.