By midnight, he was questioning his decision, despondent, and freezing. Although the mail store closed at eight, Grey discovered that key holders had twenty-four-hour access to the section by the front door. He knew the second he left his post he would miss someone who could lead him to the next step in the puzzle. So he could put up with the lack of sleep, the incessant drizzle, the gnawing hunger. What bothered him was that he might be wrong. He had already lost too much time. He hunched under the umbrella he had bought off a passing street vendor, resolving to wait it out until noon the next day. The minutes crept by. When Grey checked his watch again it was three a.m. The Devil’s Hour, according to Viktor, so named because it was a mockery of three p.m., the hour when Jesus was supposed to have died on the cross. Despite himself, Grey shivered in the frigid damp, and not just from the rain and fog smoldering in the neon streetlights. While Grey’s rational mind might propound that the Devil didn’t exist, the concept of an evil entity that had been with him from his earliest memories, a force of darkness at odds with God and humanity, was tough to shake.
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