Extended Epilogue
DEACON
“So,” Sevin smiles at me, nudging me the hell to death. “Is tonight the night? You’re really going to do it?”
“I planned on it…if everything goes right.”
He shrugs. “Meaning no ‘nuclear-type’ surprises or distractions?”
“Exactly. But that might be asking for a lot.”
Apparently, it was asking a lot of my very well-meaning friends not to ask me these types of questions. It was already one hell of an opening night.
Nancy had already cornered me; Kevin had hinted a time or two.
Grandmama was secretly trying to comb my hair when she thought other guests at the opening party weren’t looking and now I was having to sneak in and out of my own back office just so another person couldn’t see me or catch me unaware.
August in Chicago this year was sweltering hot. But
