Chapter42

#Chapter42

Menace wove itself into his every step; his boots rained down on the concrete path with more force than the pellets of water that the sky wept.

The closer he got, the shorter the path in front of him became, the calmer he seemed.

That in itself should have unnerved him. Anger could easily lead to violence, but steely calm, that was just plain dangerous.

His worst of sins were comment beneath false calm rather than raging fury.

But right now, he didn't care. Soaked to the bone, the warm rain saturated him, cascading around him like silver bullets. His step didn't slow or falter; the blue door ahead was his destination.