"Why do you need to talk to me?" Partain asked me while flagging down the bartender. "I'm looking for some information about Synchro Systems. Not just the company, though; I need information about a possible patient, or," I hesitated, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Possible test subjects." The bartender arrived, breaking the conversation. "I see your friend arrived. What can I get for you?" he asked Partain. I hoped that the bartender wouldn't try his comedy routine with us again. "Caffrey's, a pint." "One sec," the bartender said, strolling off. At least we liked the same kind of beer.

 There's never enough time.