In the front seat of a cab, Zephyr leaned towards the side window staring out at the fading streets. It's been a few days now since he last wrote to his mother or checked his mailbox.
There had been lots of engagements, ranging from Sylvia's condition, to Michael’s foretell of the doom he will face tonight. There was also the case of Rose Moore, the elderly woman whose file he had demanded from Rowan a few days back. He still intended to look into her background and find out what has been upsetting her all these time.
It was only minutes and the vehicle pulled over in front of his house. He paid the cab driver and stepped out into the cool afternoon breeze.
Inside, he stopped at the doorstep, scanning the living room. It was empty, and lonely exactly as it was since the last time he lef
