Dante was working on a new sketch when Cain and Abel thrust Benny’s “Jane” into his office. For purposes of intimidation, he kept writing. First there would be the inevitable burst of indignation. Then the demand to know what was going on, why she’d been brought here. When he didn’t answer, she would subside into an uneasy silence. A full minute after that, he would look up and ask his questions. And she would rush to answer them.
So he smiled and continued to fill the silence with the scratch, scratch of his pen...until she strolled past him to stare out the glass window of his office into the warehouse where his Persephone waited the Mardi Gras call.
He looked at his guys first. They lifted their shoulders in identical shrugs. And, he noted with a deepening frown, they looked odd. Cain
