EpilogueDakota didn’t sleep at all that night. Even an assured visit with Gage to help calm him down was not enough to ease his nerves. He considered drinking, but in the end, he just lay awake, staring into the darkness of his rented room.
When the sun came up, he made coffee while still in his boxers and drank at least four cups-worth. Jittery and anxious, he slowly got dressed. For some reason, he felt like wearing more formal clothes. Like it would help his chances. Or, perhaps it more accurately represented his mood, like he was preparing for his own funeral. Whatever the reason, he wore a buttoned up white shirt with a collar and a nice pair of dark jeans. He donned only one talisman—the defensive one he never took off—but kept the others on his person, just in case.
The hotel sat
