The Dark Communion (The Midnight Defenders) - Plot & Excerpts
22 Anderson, ever the good detective, escorted me back to my cell. “Hate to be doing this to ya, son. You know how them federal agents can be.” “I know.” “My hands are tied.” “At least they’re not cuffed.” He smiled a hearty, toothy grin. “No,” he said. “I don’t suppose they are.” He shut the door to the cell. “Again, real sorry, Mr. Swyftt. Hopefully, your little girl will be along soon to spring ya and take ya home to a cozy bed. You need anything before I go?” “I never got my lobster dinner.” “No, and I don’t suppose you will here in this place. They can’t even spring for a decent coffee machine.” He chuckled to himself. “I was thinking more like a blanket or somethin’ like that.” I shook my head, and he left. As I sat on the bed, my mind began to wander, swimming with ideas and theories. I hadn’t had a quiet, conscious moment since the attack. The only thing worse than getting your arse kicked was not knowing what kicked it. I didn’t know what I was up against, and that scared me.
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