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works.”
    Randy shook his head. “No. Coffee won’t sober you up. It just makes you a wide-awake drunk. Caffeine is a stimulant. It’s the stimulant that makes you think you’re more sober than you actually are.”
    â€œThat’s not true, man. I know it works.”
    Lacey glanced toward the young woman to make sure she didn’t need any more help, then stepped closer to the two men. She, too, had always believed that drinking coffee would help a person to sober up. She’d been with Susan often, helping to make coffee so it would be ready for when Eric got home after an evening of being out with his friends.
    The only thing wrong with that scenario was that Eric had already driven home by the time he started drinking the coffee.
    Randy pulled out one of the brochures and handed it to the young man. “Sorry, but the only thing aboutcoffee that sobers you up is the time it takes to drink it. Water does the same, except it doesn’t make you need to go to the bathroom as much, and it doesn’t leave you hyper.”
    The young man slapped the brochure onto the table without opening it. “I don’t need this propaganda.”
    Randy picked up a pen, scribbled something on the brochure, then handed it back. “Then check out this coffee manufacturer’s Web site or check out a few search engines. Everything will tell you the same thing. If your guests drink, have a designated driver, or be a responsible host and budget money for cab fare. In some states, the host may be held legally responsible if their guests drive home drunk and have an accident.”
    The young man froze. “What?”
    Randy crossed his arms over his chest. “Think about it.”
    The young man stepped back, and stomped to the lady he’d arrived with. She quickly picked out one of every brochure in the row, and the two of them hurried away.
    Lacey stared at Randy. “How do you know all that stuff?”
    â€œI just do.”
    She waited for him to say more, but he didn’t.
    â€œRandy, I was wondering—”
    Behind her, a middle-aged man entered the display area, cutting off her question.
    â€œExcuse me. I was wondering if you could tell me some information about roadside suspensions.”
    Randy pointed to the police officer who was on the other side of the display area. “He’s the man to ask about legal matters.”
    The man backed up a step. “No way. I’m not asking the police. I’m only asking about it for a friend.”
    From the looks of the man’s bloodshot eyes, Lacey found that highly unlikely.
    â€œI really can’t comment,” Randy said, “but if you want to know at what point blood alcohol levels result in a roadside suspension, you can read these brochures.”
    Randy picked brochures off a number of piles, gathered them together, then offered the man one specifically on suspensions.
    Lacey’s throat tightened. Roadside suspensions were much more common today than when she was a child. If her father’s license had been suspended, he might still be alive, and her life would have been very different.
    The man reached out and accepted all of the pamphlets.
    Randy stepped back and tapped a picture of a man in a jail cell, presumably the drunk tank. “But before you think of the legal ramifications, you should think about what it would be like to be without your car.After court, a twenty-four-hour suspension could go further, resulting in a driving prohibition, plus a fine, depending on the severity of the offence and prior records. If that happened, how would you get to work? What would you say to people who asked why you always needed a ride wherever you went? You’d have to worry about increased insurance premiums once you get your license back, on top of all that. Ask yourself if it’s worth it to have a few drinks before getting into the car.”
    The man’s face paled and he dropped all