“Blindside” slipped into the apartment as quietly as he could, through the bedroom window rather than the normal balcony entrance. Better not to tempt fate. He had to know if he was in trouble before facing it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t. Vivian wasn’t home. And from the looks of things, she hadn’t been.
He stepped out on the balcony to get some air. He needed it. This was two nights in a row. Something had to be wrong. If Begnini is lying to me, so help me God…. It was right about that time that his communicator broke through his reverie. Just want he needed… work.
Maybe he could convince Ol’ Blue that he got a wrong number. “Mushi mushi?”
Bluewolf, apparently, wasn’t fooled. “Funny. Has your Vixen returned to her den?”
Eddy paused...Read More