Chapter 3

Heavenly, that was what Christmas had been to him, heavenly in a hellish sort of way.

“Maybe that’s what you need, ole boy,” he grumbled to himself. “Get out, enjoy yourself, force every and any thought of Samuel from your mind. If he wanted you…” He sat up abruptly, banishing the unfinished thought. Without another word, he slipped the feather back into the box, returned it to the dresser, and turned to the window. The picture outside was just as he imagined. Vegas with its usual glitz and glamor dialed up tenfold with touches of the holiday.

And the people…there were plenty of them.