The past two days had been pandemonium. Peter had probably put in more flight hours than he'd ever done in his life before, criss-crossing Europe, down to Thailand to drop off Suriyawong and discuss their plans, and then back again.

( When they arrived at the safehouse sometime well into Friday afternoon, he had lost all track of time and location. )

Peter was asleep ( Read more... )

It was funny. Peter had never thought of himself having a personal life worth mentioning, until it had started slipping right away from him. He couldn't say he was burying himself in his work, because he always did so regardless, but it was an all-devouring distraction; one that saw him running on adrenaline the moment he opened up his personal ( Read more... )