It wasn't like Noah had never seen a drunk person before. The constable was definitely drunk. Oh, this was good. The boy sat down in a corner - carefully, and for a moment he was reminded of his promise to be a better man - and watched. Mr. Crane was drunk-crying. If he ever dared to speak of the state in which he had found Noah near those prostitutes, Noah had something on him as well now. It made more sense now that Mr. Rowe should talk to him in such a friendly way. Probably preparing to rob him or something. Noah sipped his drink.