Mickey had thought the Seymour house was quiet before, but he discovered it was worse without the old ladies. It had lost its heart and its soul. It didn’t help that Louise glared at him and ran her fingernail down her chalkboard every time she saw him. And the seconds of the old grandfather clocked ticked away the time like a Chinese water torture. It was a day with too much time to reflect on the insanity of his promise to trust Luci’s plan and his feelings for her, neither of which inspired hope, joy or optimism. That she’d also extracted a promise to keep their bargain from Pryce also upped the temperature in his personal hell. Mickey felt singed after a short session with his captain.
Delaney looked as shaken when their captain’s gimlet gaze had lighted on him, but he had also stood
