Chapter 12

"O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?"

-Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy

I was in a terrible mood when we got back to the office after being stuck in traffic for two long hours. Apparently the roads were blocked due to an accident. The first thing we saw was Emma pacing around looking stressed. She exhaled with relief when she saw us.

This day couldn't get any worse and I really needed a strong drink.

"Thank God you're both here," she said. "Some guy was here. He didn't want to leave. I was so scared that he would murder me and throw my body into a river."

"No one does that these days, hon, trust me," I said.

"What guy? Did he say what he wanted?" Ricky asked, using his abilities yet again to calm her down. He really needed to stop messing with her head. We couldn't afford to check her into a mental institution just yet, and she had already seen too much.