The air in the kitchen was thick, smelling of bleach and uncut product. It clung to the skin, a humid mist that tasted like copper on the back of the tongue. Lenny stood by the industrial steel sink, the fluorescent lights humming a low, headache-inducing buzz above him.
Monk tipped his hat, a shadow falling over his eyes. "You worry too much, Lenny. It’s a new day. The jugs are fresh. Let’s see how they hold the water."