The only answer was the dog, so Caleb tapped his wand against the doorknob and let himself in through the familiar security charms. As soon as he was through the door, Walter shoved up against his leg. He petted the dog absently.
Jemma was on the couch and from the scent of alcohol already heavy in the air, she was already most of the way into the bottle. Damn it. He knew he should have taken the day off if only to keep her from alcohol poisoning.