Twenty-ThreeTony checked the display on his luminous dial. Ten minutes till midnight. His breath clouded as he exhaled. He was impatient. He always had been. He was dressed in dark clothing, although he was not sure why. His mind had been a whirlwind as it tried to get a handle on what was happening here. The detective was still none the wiser, but knew that midnight was a pivotal time with all the recent activity that had taken place here. His mind almost started to wander again when he heard a sound. He held his breath, trying to locate it. The sound of shuffling footsteps told him he was no longer alone. He shrank back, away from the two trees, crouching down behind a fern several feet back. A large man appeared in the darkness, quickening his heartbeat. He looked familiar to Tony. He'd
