Seeing the white foam of the Southville beer being placed in front of Sherlock Moriarty, Carlson finally came to his senses.
It was only when the bartender was a certain distance away from them did he ask in a suppressed voice, "What do you want?"
Klein picked up his glass and took a sip. He took a few seconds to savor the bitter taste of the malt and the faint sweetness from it.
"Cheers!" He looked sideways at Carlson and smiled before raising his glass.
Without hesitation, Carlson shook his head and refused the offer, mumbling, "You have beer, while I have strong distilled liquor. It's not suitable for a toast."
Klein was only going through the motions, so he once again took a sip of his Southville beer, looked straight ahead, and chuckled.
"What I want is very simple.
