Vodka was muttering to himself when the car window suddenly received two knocks.
He looked up, thinking it was someone whose way he had blocked coming over to ask him to move the car. But when he saw the face outside through the window, Vodka's heart skipped a beat.
...Irish?!
Wasn't this guy supposed to be traveling all over the place on business lately? Why had he suddenly come back?? ...Fine, he was back, but why wasn't he looking for Uzo? Why was he coming after innocent me?!
"Wait, if I remember right, ever since Brother Gin shot Pisco dead, this guy has held a grudge against Big Brother for a long time. And when Pisco died, I was right there smashing liquor bottles and setting fires...
"By the police's classification, in Pisco's death, someone like me would be called an 'accomplice'... So why did Irish suddenly come looking for me? Could it be that he can't touch Brother Gin and can't outwit Uzo, so he wants to vent his anger on a soft target like me?"
That guess set the alarm bell in Vodka's head buzzing wildly.
Cold sweat broke out across his forehead as he quietly pressed the accelerator. But then he realized that Irish had clearly come prepared—the spot where he had parked was perfectly positioned to block Vodka's escape route.
Vodka: "..." Damn it, he'd let his guard down! He had thought that after today's exhausting trip to the doctor, the day's persecution was over... But while things had ended on Uzo's side, Irish had actually come knocking.
Big Brother!! Big Brother, where are you?! If not, Uzo will do too—someone, hurry up and take care of this guy in front of me!
Vodka silently gripped his phone, suddenly tempted to send out a mass email