CHAPTER TWELVE
He checked his watch. It was close to six o’clock.
The sun was still out and people were everywhere on the massive lawn.
He sat against a tree along Killian Court on the MIT campus. Easily seen among the shade of the high foliage, he wore a cap and glasses.
His destination had been reached only a few minutes before. Problems at the office had facilitated a last-minute spreadsheet for his boss. Often, he asked the All Spirit why his boss couldn’t be killed, as well as anyone else he deemed a nuisance. Without a word—only through strange sounds and disturbing images—the All Spirit had let him know that his thoughts and feelings were meaningless: all that mattered were the girls.
Young. Vibrant. Full of life.
Girls that could release the All Spirit from his prison.
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