Murder, Mayhem, Monsters, and Mistletoe by Lindy Spencer

They'd stopped at a bar and Asher watched in silence as Tyson took shot after shot of dark spiced rum. When it was close to time for departure, they left and headed for the small airport just outside of Aurora. He got out of Asher's car on the tarmac next to the plane, and grabbed his bag without saying a word. He headed up the stairs to board the private jet and was met at the top by Thelan, who gave him a puzzled look. Great, another Psychic.

  "How are you feeling, Tyson?"

  "Cold. So let's get this shit over with."