Bad News
Daimon sat pondering the state of the empty piece of paper in front of him.
He hadn't heard from Patsy in months, and while that was more or less the desired effect of his flight from California, he found that now that it had occurred, he did not like it.
But what could he do? Apologies were useless by now.
It seemed the Son of Satan was meant to walk alone.
And then the phone rang.
"Patsy?"
He hadn't heard from Patsy in months, and while that was more or less the desired effect of his flight from California, he found that now that it had occurred, he did not like it.
But what could he do? Apologies were useless by now.
It seemed the Son of Satan was meant to walk alone.
And then the phone rang.
"Patsy?"