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St. Abigail was waiting for him on the curb as Silas pulled up. He moaned; she looked bright and chipper while he was hung over. Whose idea had it been anyway to meet at ten in the morning? Who in their right mind gets up this early? Last night after the meeting with Mephisto was a little blurry. They had met back at the bar with Mort to go through what they had learned. He had started ordering shots and it had kind of gone downhill from there. He remembered the discussion of going to Webb’s apartment and St. Abigail had said going during the day might be safer especially after what had just happened. But had he really agreed to ten in the morning? The driver of the black Cadillac limousine got out of the car and opened the back passenger door, allowing Silas to stumble out.
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