lost cause. You showed up that nightânow, stay with me, âcause Iâm talking metaphorically. You, Sergeant, were present.â Reno shoved his index finger at his own temple. âUp here,â he said. âAnd in here.â He beat his palm twice against his chest. âThat ainât nothing.â
Ben knew that if he nodded, heâd vomit again. He felt waves of nausea rolling over and over him, in huge swells.
âAnd frankly,â Reno kept on, âto be in your general condition and
still
to have shown up meansâand I have a particular intuition about these thingsâthat you can unfuck yourself.â
âJesus Christ.â Ben moaned. Reno had suddenly veered off the road and onto grass. They bounced along on the spongy surface before stopping short. Ben threw open the door and retched.
âWeâre here!â Reno announced.
Ben heard crickets. His vision was fuzzy, but it looked as though Reno had driven them into a field. âWhere are we?â
âGet out and youâll see,â Reno said brightly. He unbuckled his seat belt. Slowly, Ben followed. They were in a meadow surrounded by slopes of trees.
âThereâs nothing here.â
âExactly. See, on the way out here, I came up with something. Itâs called the Reno Caruso Veteran-Unfucking Program.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Ben sagged, nearly fell to his knees.
âHereâs what Iâm thinking, Ben. You went off and got yourself fucked up. You didnât plan for it. Itâs not your fault. But youâre home now and youâre newly married, and it just so happensâand I wouldnât underestimate the importance of this factâthat you love the person youâre married to. So now the question is, what part of you is going to win out? The part thatâs loving or the part thatâs fucked?â
âPlease,â Ben groaned. âCrawl back into whatever hole you came from. Beccaâs told me all about you.â
âBecca knows me
so
well.â Reno chuckled. âWhatâd she say? Cavorting, drinking, fucking? Truth is, Ben, I grew out of all that a long time ago. Iâve got a business. And Iâve got to look out for your father-in-law.â
â
Youâre
looking out for
King?
â
Reno nodded solemnly. âHe and I were in-country together. You know what that means.â
Ben nodded and the world tumbled over itself. He rested his head against the car and let his body go limp.
âI help him, even when heâs not interested.â
âWhatâs that got to do with me?â Ben could barely manage a whisper.
âKing believes in you, Ben. He believes in the
two
of you.â
âSo do I.â
Reno laughed and shook his head. âIâm going to pretend that weâre on the same page about all of this.â
Ben slid his face down to the window. The glass was soothing and cool. Heâd be all right if Reno would just shut up.
âSergeant, we want to give the loving part of you a head start over the fucked part. Welcome to the Great Smokies, Tennessee side. Specifically, to a section of country I like to call the Dry Isle.â
Ben realized how far east theyâd traveled, how far he was from Becca, and his heart sank.
âTrue to its name, the Dry Isle is a thirty-square-mile region where you will not find a single ounce of purchasable alcohol. Trust me on this. No liquor stores, no bars. If you wandered around long enough, you might trip over somebodyâs still, but Iâm guessing youâd get eaten by a bear before that happened, or get shot for trespassing.â
A throbbing sensation suddenly announced itself on the side of Benâs face. He touched the skin and winced. âYeah, thatâs gonna be nasty by the morning,â Reno said. âSorry.â
Ben finally gave in to the pain and dizziness. He dropped to his knees and shut his eyes. He