When it wasn’t about rock and roll, it was about s*x and drugs, and when it wasn’t about that, it was about alcohol. Last night had been about all that, except the s*x part, and that was disappointing. This was why it was after two in the afternoon before Silas woke up.
He wasn’t sure what had woke him so early. His basement room was quiet. A large king-sized bed dominated the room along with a long line of utility shelves filled with various types of spy, assault, and soldier equipment—stuff he never used but were cools toys the Inquisition project had provided. The large desk, overflowing with monitors and computers parts—overkill for the p**n surfing he used it for, but t**s looked great in ultra 4K—was quiet. So no email.
Then his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He glared at i
