"Good. Morgan Flint, master of distraction," he gave John a wink. They headed for the nearest watering hole. "So tell me about your life. Why are you finding it boring lately?"
"I'm sorry to hear you lost your friend," Morgan put a comforting arm around John's shoulders. "So, aside from blogging about your friend solving crimes, what do you do?"
"Still a doctor," Morgan said with a smile. "Afghanistan?" He'd known more than his share of field medics and many of them were better doctors than their more learned colleagues.
He opened the door to the bar and held it for John, "And probably not the first tour, would be my guess. I'm a veteran of her majesty's navy. Done a tour in the Med."
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