"Are you finally up?" Elliot asked mockingly.

Avery laid back on the bed, massaged her aching temples, and said, "Weren't you the one who called and woke me up? Why did you call?"

"I saw you drive out of the neighborhood last night at 10.30 p.m., Avery. Where did you go that late at night?" Elliot asked.

Avery gave Mike, who was sitting at the end of the bed, a little kick and shot him a look.

Then, she answered Elliot's question.

"Mike had too much to drink last night. The bar called me. They wanted me to settle his bill. That's where I went. When I got there he was already in a drunken craze. I was worried that he would wake the kids if I brought him home, so we got a room at a hotel. What's up? What's up? Are you interested in going bar-hopping? Should I get him to invite you next time?"

Elliot's brows furrowed.

Why was Avery's answer different from what he had imagined?

"Is there anything else?" Avery asked as she yawned. "Mike kept me up all night last night… I'm exhausted