Two days later, Booth still seethed over his failed mission to capture Abe. “Damn him, not showing up while I sat there and nearly froze my plums off. Now we"ll have to do all this again,” he spat into the darkness, trying to ignore the sensation of an unseen presence.
Still, there would be less to do this time around. He had some measure of control. “I"ll have to start from scratch, but everybody knows their parts this time. Oh, if only I could do it myself. Too bad I need a supporting cast.” He refilled his snifter and took a sip. The fiery liquid hit his empty stomach like a ten-pound shot.
Shadows grew longer along the walls as his room faded to pitch blackness, but he didn"t get up to light a lamp. He just sat at his desk, enjoying the brief solitude. Alice was out entertaining some
