“Where’s Abigail?” Silas asked as he flopped down at the table where Mort, Lily and Michael sat.
It turned out meeting at the bar that night was a bad idea. Exhaustion hit Silas as he rode the recently acquired Harley and he decided to go straight to his bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept, not counting the moments of shut-eye he had on the train and boat trip. No sleeping in Hell could be considered a good night’s sleep.
He slept for almost twenty hours. Perhaps he should have texted them, but he thought they’d probably figure it out when he didn’t show up.
“Nice of you to make it,” Mort said as he sat down. “We waited last night.”
“I was tired.”
“So were we. But we waited.”
“Probably for the best. You got the boring chit chat out of the way. Where is Abigai
