She dreamed of me!

I left the hotel by the fire escape and crossed the interior parking lot, hiding myself, I ran into the night. There was little chance that another commando would be ready to hit tonight, but there had been little chance the first time, too. We had to prepare for every eventuality. Until I found them and eliminated them, leaving her alone and safe. What was Alma thinking? I wanted the death of this man who had fomented the blow with such savagery that this desire obstructed my ears, my vision became confused, and a bitter taste invaded my mouth. My muscles tensed. The urgency, the desire, the necessity were pushing me. I had to kill him. I— But that would frighten Alma. The mere fact that she needed me, kept me from it.

I'll stick to my list! For the moment at least!

Back at the hotel, I went through the front door and threw my keys to the doorman.

"Good evening, Patrick."

"Ah! Mr. Estrange! Good evening!"

"Anything new?"