Lily had propped Scotes up on an armchair by the fireplace. All around was trash in the form of food wrappers.

"What the hell was this guy doing?" Dana moved through his kitchen, looking at the shelves around the sink. They were largely bare. "He really did hole himself up in here."

"We'll find out why in a second." Lily straddled Scotes, her fingers on his forehead. "Ah. I see."

"Well?"

"Flask." Lily snaked a hand into the waistband of his pants and pulled it free, then tossed it across the cabin to Dana.

She caught it with her good arm and held it up. A silver flask with a...