Second Chance

James had made his way back to his farmhouse on foot. The November air nipped at his bare nose, the mask by his side in his hand as he took a deep cold breath. The burning in his lungs was a refreshing feeling. “D*mn that servant…” he spoke off handedly under his breath.

“D*mn that party too… D*mn it all… And d*mn him…” he said as he finally got to his temporary home. Walking into the warmer interior, he shed off his overcoat and vest, leaving a trail of clothes to the bedroom. He changed back into his normal more comfortable clothing.

He then shoved his way into his office and grabbed his briefcase; he knew there would be no way he would be able to sleep tonight. Not in the slightest.

So James once again threw his trenchcoat on and headed back out to the roads to patrol. But he couldn’t help but let his thoughts continue to travel to Edwin.