Chapter Three
ISAAC
Isaac Reed paced the poorly lit public restroom. The slim tube of white-blue light dangling above the mirror flickered endlessly, unpredictably plunging the room into microseconds of darkness in which the only thing that was visible in the mirror was his shining, topaz eyes.
The flickering was giving him a headache.
The bastard was late again! Like many coincidences that test the mind, as soon as he had that thought, the man he was waiting for swept in through the door.
“Mr. Reed, so lovely to see you again,” the man said, his voice oozing dishonest friendship.
Isaac eyed the tall man, dressed in a well-tailored pinstripe suit, navy-blue tie, and elegant, frameless spectacles, beneath all of which was no doubt a pale and hairless body. His eyes were just a muted b
