Chapter 23

"In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him."

-Dante Alighieri

I kept thinking about my drunken mistake, and my gut filled with guilt whilst I walked downstairs with Zach. Our drive was going to be filled with an awkward and uncomfortable silence. It was time to think about other means of transport. Maybe I should buy a motorbike to avoid situations like this in the future.

The woman on the phone was vague and I wasn't sure if it was wise to believe anything that she said. The bottom line was that the prince was missing and there was no reason for him to be around some hooker. This just didn't make any sense, but we didn't have anything else, any other leads.