CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Steel felt tired, even after he’d gotten around three hours of sleep. But, of course, that was before the nightmares woke him. Still, the memories from the mall explosion continued to haunt him as if his consciousness were trying to tell him something. Steel almost missed his old nightmare. At least there, he could see his beloved Helen again.
Steel changed into the new onyx-black suit he had bought the night before; the old garments had gone to the laundry in the hope of removing the smell of Falkner’s burning apartment. Steel sat down to breakfast at the dining table designed to seat eight. He took the breakfast items off the polished brass trolley and laid them out. He poured himself a cup of black coffee, placed down a file he had made on The Sentinel, and spread o
