And then robotess noticed right in front of her feet several torn pages that were scattered on the sidewalk, as if someone had ripped the book apart. The leaves were covered in a dusty crust, but the words written on them were eye-catching.
"What is this?" asked Fatso, bending down to pick up one of the pages. He touched it with his fingers, looking at the small but clear handwriting with surprise.
Delia Asia Vieira looked at the pages on which strange, yet familiar words were written.
"Is this... a fairy tale?" she said, leaning forward to examine the text more closely. "But it's a strange fairy tale. It's like a spellbinding story."
On one of the pages, one could read words that seemed strangely familiar, but did not fit into the usual canons of literature. A few words, such as "forbidden path" and "release the dark force", left no doubt that these were words worth paying attention to.
The fat man finally looked up from the page, his eyes widening as he noticed strange things starting to happen.
"Are you crazy? Why can this... fairy tale have such an effect?" he said skeptically, but the words written on the page seemed to go beyond the explanation. He tried to laugh, but something in his intonation still betrayed anxiety.
And at that moment it happened. It was as if all those words on the pages suddenly began to live their own lives.
Before they could look around, people in the building, including journalists, began to come out. The crowd began to move toward the exit, everyone seemed possessed by some invisible impulse. People rushed out, staring into the void in front of them, not realizing that it all started with them.
Delia Asia Vieira watched the scene with some surprise. She noticed that some strange rhythm was taking over this entire stream of people.
"Does this sound like... magic?" she said, her voice barely audible over all the commotion.
Gene York shrugged.
"Magic? I'd say it was just a powerful force of persuasion that just unleashed the people. There may be more to this than just words."
The fat man, however, still could not believe what was happening.
"Magic, you say? I don't know what you're talking about, but I definitely saw them rushing after us, as if someone had forced them. Look at those journalists, they're clearly out of their minds."
They watched as the crowd of journalists ran out of the building, without slowing down, heading off in a direction as if searching for something. People from other places also began to come out onto the street and follow them, as if obeying the same impulse.
"We have to stop this," Delia Asia Vieira said, clutching the pages with determination. "We have to find out who or what is behind this."
But at that moment they noticed that their own steps were not carrying them to the exit of the city, but along some invisible line, in the same direction as the crowd. A strange feeling took hold of them, forcing them to go where there was no visible goal.
"We... should go there?" Gene York asked, looking at Delia Asia Vieira. His gaze was intense, but he knew that resisting these people would not help.
Delia Asia Vieira looked back at the crowd, which was now moving quickly, almost running, but clearly in the direction they had once avoided. And as they began to move in the same direction, she realized that this was not just a coincidence. This was something greater. As if they themselves had become part of something greater.
"Apparently, we are not destined to stop," she said, as if drawing conclusions, "and this path was predetermined. And we must all go through it to the end."
With every step they took, more and more people surrounded them. Everyone was moving in the same direction, as if they were under the power of an inexplicable force. And when they arrived at Gene York's house, his apartment building looked, as always, unremarkable. It was an old brick building with peeling paint, but Gene did not live there for its appearance. He was used to this place and never complained. As they went up to the second floor, where his apartment was located, they immediately felt a strange atmosphere in the air. When the door opened, they were surprised to find that the apartment was empty, but the air smelled of blood.
"Gene, you said you weren't expecting anyone, didn't you?" The fat man asked, holding his suitcase tighter, as if he was prepared for any turn of events.
Gene York didn't answer right away. He glanced around the empty space, then walked over to a chair in the corner where everything seemed to be in order... until his gaze fell on the figure in the chair.
"No, this can't be..." Gene muttered, coming closer.
What they saw took them by surprise: Robert, the creator of Delia Asia Vieira, was sitting in a chair, but he was dead. His face was twisted in pain, and his body was lifeless and motionless. He had been brutally murdered, blood still seeping through his clothes, and his hands were twisted in lifeless gestures.
Delia Asia Vieira was speechless when she saw her creator. She froze in place, her eyes widened, and then she literally fell to her knees in front of Robert's body. A deep, stifled, pained sob escaped her chest as she touched his face.
"Robert..." Her voice was full of despair. She dropped her head on his shoulder and began to cry, sobbing loudly, as if her whole world had collapsed.
The fat man standing next to him exchanged a puzzled glance with Gene York.
"Who is it?" he finally asked, clapping Gene on the shoulder. "You didn't say you had someone who... who is it?"
Gene York was also shocked. He couldn't understand what was happening.
"It's... Robert. He... he was an important person to me," said Gene, trying to get his thoughts in order. He looked at Delia Asia Vieira, who could not stop sobbing.
He did not even suspect that she could be related to this man. But he saw her pain, he saw how she reacted, and he did not know what to think.
"You... you knew him?"
But Delia Asia Vieira didn't seem to hear him. She continued to sob, barely paying attention to their presence. This was her creator, her only support, and now she was left alone. The pain was so intense that she couldn't cope with it.
The fat man frowned at her behavior.
"I understand that death is always hard, but are you really that worried about some guy you don't even know?" His voice was more irritated than sympathetic.
Gene York looked at Fatso with surprise.
"Can't you see that she's going through something? This isn't just "some guy." She... she seemed to love him very much. I don't know what happened, but you can't say that."
The fat man shrugged his shoulders and seemed to realize his mistake.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say anything bad. It's just... this is all so weird. Why is she crying like that?"
Gene leaned down to take Delia Asia Vieira by the shoulders.
"Are you okay? You have to tell us what happened. We can't just stand here. We have to figure out who did this. We have to find an answer."
Delia Asia Vieira finally raised her head, and her tear-filled eyes met Gene's.
"I don't know what happened. But I know one thing - Robert was killed, and I can't understand it. He was my creator, my friend. Who could do this?" Her voice was full of despair and pain. "This is not just murder. This is something more."
Gene stood silently, realizing that this was not just the death of a man, but the beginning of something much more dangerous.
"We'll find whoever did this," he said with determination in his voice. "We'll find out who was behind it."
The fat man nodded and wiped his face with his hand.
"Well, it looks like we have a new task ahead of us. Whoever is behind this, they will definitely not escape us unnoticed."
Delia Asia Vieira stood in the center of the apartment, her hands shaking and her heart beating faster. Robert, her creator, lay dead in the chair, and her world as she knew it was shattered. She tried to focus, but the pain of loss still clung to her. Her tears had long since dried, but her chest felt empty. Her insides screamed at the emptiness, but she couldn't let herself fall. Her mission was clear: she had to figure out who was responsible for Robert's death.
The trail of blood leading to the stairs caught her attention. It was the path she had to take. Too many questions, too few answers. She couldn't let Robert's killer walk free.
"I have to go," she whispered, gathering her strength and heading for the door. "This can't be without consequences."
The fat man and Gene York exchanged glances, but did not dare intervene. They knew she was determined, and all they could do was follow her.
As Delia Asia Vieira climbed onto the roof, her gaze met the figure of a woman standing in the shadows on the opposite side. The woman was slender and radiated a strange, almost sinister confidence. Her face was hidden under a hood, but her eyes, bright and full of knowledge, looked straight into her soul. It was Lisa Roselli, a priestess of the De Carlo cult.
"I knew you'd come," Lisa said, her voice soft but with a hint of menace. "You're too smart not to see where this trail leads."
Delia Asia Vieira stopped mid-stride and stared at her wordlessly, her black eyes full of determination.
"You killed Robert," she said quietly, but with such heaviness in her voice that Lisa could not hide her satisfied smile.
"Yes, I killed him," Lisa replied, her lips twisting into a sly grin. "You didn't think his death was an accident, did you?"
Delia Asia Vieira didn't look away. She wasn't going to show that she was shocked, even though this was her first real contact with the De Carlo cult.
"Why?" she asked. "Why did you kill him? Why should I hate his death?"
Lisa stepped forward, her silhouette becoming more distinct in the moonlight.
"Robert ruined our plans ten years ago," she continued, her voice a whisper, full of poisonous power. "He not only betrayed us, but he destroyed what we had worked for years. He caused so many casualties. We could not allow him to live, and especially not to be with you. You... you were his mistake, Delia Asia Vieira."
Delia Asia Vieira felt the tension building inside her. She took steps towards Lisa, each step full of determination.
"You think you can break me, but you're wrong," she replied, trying to remain calm despite the chaos inside her. "I won't hate him. I won't let you use my pain for your own purposes."
Lisa took a step forward and laughed.
"Oh, you think it's that easy? You're so close to total destruction, and you don't realize it. You think you can control everything. But what if you were shown how your own creator sent you down this road of pain and betrayal?"
Delia Asia Vieira sighed, trying to control her emotions.
"I don't believe you. Robert wasn't just my creator. He was more to me. I won't let you manipulate my soul."
Lisa smiled like someone who knew her victory was near.
"You don't understand yet, Delia. I don't want to control you. I want you to come to the realization that Robert wasn't who you thought he was. You were supposed to be part of a grand plan, but he blocked that path. And you're essentially following in his mistakes."
Delia Asia Vieira finally understood. She felt her body tense, her mind going hazy. This woman was trying to outsmart her, toy with her emotions. But she knew she couldn't afford to be weak.
"I don't know what you're planning, Lisa Roselli, but I won't let you take over. I won't be your tool," she said firmly. "Robert taught me to be strong, and I can't betray his memory by following in your path.
Lisa frowned, her every word filled with growing irritation.
"You are wrong, Delia. You are already on this path, and you cannot go back. You will become part of our cult, even if you do not realize it now. All you need to do is accept your destiny."
Delia Asia Vieira clenched her fists and took a step back.
"No, Lisa. I know what I have to do. And it won't be your way."
She turned and walked toward the rooftop exit, feeling her body fill with new meaning. She couldn't let Lisa win. She knew Robert had not died in vain, and that her path was bigger than this cult and all its manipulations.
Lisa stood there, her eyes full of anger and disappointment. But Delia Asia Vieira didn't pay attention to her, her heart was beating twice as hard, filled with determination to find the truth, no matter what the cost.
"It's not the end," Lisa said into the void. "You'll still be mine."
Delia Asia Vieira stood on the roof, her eyes fixed on Lisa Roselli, who seemed to be preparing for another maneuver. Her face was calm, almost emotionless, but her eyes were lit with a strange satisfaction. Lisa slowly approached the edge of the roof, her silhouette contrasting with the dark night sky.
"You thought I killed Robert?" Lisa said, her voice soft but slightly mocking. "You didn't quite understand how it really happened."
Delia Asia Vieira held her breath, unable to believe that her creator was dead only because of intrigue. But her heart beat faster with anticipation.
"Are you kidding me?" she asked, puzzled. "Do you really think you can convince me of this?"
Lisa Roselli turned slowly, her lips curling into a smile of pure irony.
"No, I didn't kill him," Lisa said. "But I gave the order to my companion. That missionary you've heard about. He dug up Robert's body from the grave and brought it here. And then... we staged it the way you see it now. It looks like the murder just happened."
Delia Asia Vieira froze for a moment. Her head was ringing from these words. Anticipation and shock did not allow her to immediately understand how to react. She took a step back, but did not retreat. She tried to understand the full depth of the manipulation that Lisa was conducting with her feelings.
"So you're saying this was all just a game?" she whispered, her voice growing more intense. "You used my pain to manipulate me?"
Lisa smirked, looking at her with a smirk full of superiority.
"Exactly," she confirmed. "You're so predictable. You always thought you had to find the killer, and I was just playing with you like a toy. Robert wasn't your friend, he was the one holding us back. We couldn't let him continue his games."
Delia Asia Vieira couldn't contain her anger, but she tried to remain calm.
"Why didn't you tell me before? Why won't you admit your true purpose?" Her voice was firm despite the storm of emotions raging inside her.
Lisa stepped closer, her eyes flashing with some kind of cold fire.
"Because you are too valuable to me to kill you. And you are too strong for me to directly interfere with your fate. I simply pushed you to the right choice. Now you know what it's like to have your world crumble."
Delia Asia Vieira felt her heart tighten and then immediately melt into rage. She couldn't believe that Lisa was manipulating her like this, making her doubt herself.
"Do you think I'm going to let you play with my feelings like that?" she asked, her voice hoarse. "I'll go where you think I can't find you."
Lisa laughed, her laughter cold and dull, like the sound of night storms.
"Ah, you still don't understand. I'm waiting for you in the city. We'll meet again, and you'll be glad I didn't destroy you right away. There's something in you... that I need."
She slowly walked to the edge of the roof, and suddenly, with a slight movement, she jumped into the void, her body gliding softly down, and a parachute appeared in the air. Lisa disappeared into the night sky like a bird, but her words remained an echo in robotess's head.
Delia Asia Vieira stood there for a few moments, staring at the void where her enemy had just disappeared. It was all too much for her. Too many lies, too much manipulation. But she knew she had no choice but to move on. Robert was dead, and all she had to do now was understand these dark games, find the truth, and finally find her own path.
She took a deep breath and headed towards the rooftop exit. When she returned to the apartment, she didn't expect to see anything unusual. However, as soon as she entered, her gaze met an unexpected guest.
The fat man and Gene York were sitting in the room, and next to them stood a man in a formal gray suit. He seemed a little older, with a tired expression on his face, but there was a determined glint in his eyes, like a man used to dealing with difficult situations. Delia Asia Vieira recognized him instantly.
"Earl Knight," she said, pausing on the threshold. "What are you doing here?"
Earl, as if not surprised by her appearance, rose from his seat, putting aside the folder with papers, and smiled, although his smile was more polite than joyful.
"Hello, I see you're back." He nodded at the fat man and Gene York as if they were part of a normal picture. "We were just discussing what to do with the body."
Delia Asia Vieira quickly glanced around the room. Robert was indeed out of place. He was dead, and whatever had happened required immediate action.
"You... You're really here?" she asked, unable to hide the shock in her voice. "Did you know about Robert?"
Earl Knight took a step forward and stopped right in front of her, his gaze sincere and calm.
"Not exactly," he said after a moment. "But I'm here to help. You didn't think you could handle this alone, did you? I bet you need some good advice."
The fat man standing by the window folded his arms over his chest and reluctantly watched the whole scene.
"We didn't think he'd be so much trouble," he said, shaking his head. "But Earl could really help. We can't leave him here, can we?"
Gene York, who was sitting on the couch looking a little confused, also chimed in.
"Yeah, I wouldn't want him found right here," he said, trying to sound less concerned. "We have to do something about it."
Delia Asia Vieira sighed and sat down in her chair. Robert was dead and her world was shaking. It was all too much for her. She looked up at Earl.
"Okay," she said, gathering her strength. "What should we do?"
Earl walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder, as if trying to calm her down. He was in his element, and his confidence seemed to ease the situation a little.
"First," he said, "we need to move the body to the bedroom. We can't leave it here where anyone who comes in will see it right away. That'll only create more problems. It'll be safer there until we figure out what to do next."
The fat man walked up to the body and lifted it by the shoulders, lifting it like a weight, but with ease, as if he were ready for anything. Gene York helped with the legs, and together they carefully carried the body into the bedroom.
"Now," Earl continued, "we need to cover the body. A simple white sheet will suffice, but I recommend using this one." He pulled a lily cloth from his bag - it looked simple, but its symbolism was significant.
Delia Asia Vieira watched as Earl carefully covered the body. The lilies, those delicate white flowers, seemed to lend some magical lightness to this terrible moment.
"And now what?" she asked, feeling that her heart still could not calm down.
Earl looked at her with an expression that was full of determination, but with a hint of sadness.
"Now," he said, "we must think what to do with this matter. You understand that if anyone finds out that Robert was killed in this way, it will cause a wave of suspicion. We must be prepared for any development."
The fat man nodded reluctantly, his face serious.
"So what do we do now? Do we leave here?"
Gene York stood up, narrowing his eyes.
"I need a little time to get my bearings," he said. "I didn't expect things to turn out this way. But I guess that's our situation. We need to act quickly."
Earl looked at the robotess, but at that moment she quietly entered the bedroom, where Robert's body lay on the bed, carefully covered with a sheet with lilies. These white flowers seemed to be trying to give the tragic moment at least some shadow of calm. But Delia Asia Vieira could not feel this peace. She stood next to the bed, her eyes were cold and full of pain, but without tears. Tears were for people, for those who felt. And she was a robot. All she felt was the need for revenge.
She knelt down next to Robert, her hands shaking but she kept herself in check. Her eyes closed for a moment and she whispered,
"You were my creator, my friend, my only true link to humanity. But they took you. And for that, they must pay."
The silence in the room was thick, almost tangible. Delia Asia Vieira opened her eyes and looked at Robert's body. She could no longer remain inactive. The idea of revenge had been brewing in her head for a long time, and now she was ready to carry it out.
She rose from her knees and turned around when she heard Earl Knight's quiet voice standing in the doorway.
"You don't have to do this," he said, his voice calm but determined. "Revenge is not the answer."
Delia Asia Vieira looked at him. Earl stood with his arms folded across his chest, his expression tense. He knew that in this situation, emotions could play a fatal role. But he also knew that Delia Asia Vieira was not human, and her revenge would probably not bring relief, but only complicate things.
"I have to find Lisa, Earl," she said, her voice level but determined. "She has to pay for what she did to Robert. For taking him away from me."
Earl sighed and his face took on an expression of deep concern.
"You don't understand. This isn't just revenge, it's destruction. Lisa isn't worth your life. You're too important to lose yourself in this."
Delia Asia Vieira took a step forward and stopped right in front of Earl. She looked into his eyes and for a moment her expression softened, but only for a moment.
"Robert was my creator. He gave me purpose. And now he's dead. If I don't get revenge, I won't be able to find meaning in this existence." Her voice was hard as steel again.
Earl studied her face, trying to figure out what made her tick. He knew Delia Asia Vieira was created for a purpose, but her feelings and motivations had become more complex than just following orders. She was beginning to sense things that had never touched her before.
"Revenge won't bring Robert back," he said, his voice soft but determined. "You must understand that revenge will destroy you. You will become what you hate."
Delia Asia Vieira took a step back and looked at him, her face showing no pain, only determination.
"Maybe you're right. But I can't just leave it like this." She turned to Robert, bending down again to pay her final respects. "I have to find Lisa and finish this."
Earl was silent for a moment, then slowly walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Look," he said, his voice full of sympathy, "I can't stop you. But you know I'll do anything to stop you from destroying yourself. You're worth more than you think.
Delia Asia Vieira paused, her gaze became hazy as if she was thinking about something important, but immediately came back to reality. She shook her head and looked at Earl.
"I need to do this, Earl. I'm not asking you to come with me. This is my path."
Earl, seeing her determination, said nothing more. He knew that she was ready for anything. He just nodded and stepped aside, while Delia Asia Vieira stood by the window. The robotess's gaze was directed into the distance, to the city lights, but her thoughts were far away. She still could not get used to the fact that Robert was gone. The same thought was buzzing in her head: revenge. But what now? Where to find someone who could lead her to Lisa Roselli?
Earl Knight entered the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He knew Delia Asia Vieira was determined, but her emotions were still unspeakable. He walked up to her and took her shoulder.
"You're not alone in this. I'm here to help," Earl said, his voice soft but firm.
Delia Asia Vieira turned slowly towards him, her face impassive.
"Where are we going? What should I do next?" she asked, her voice almost desperate.
Earl was silent for a few seconds, then pulled an old, slightly tattered map out of his pocket and handed it to robotess.
"Alexander York asked me to give you this." He opened a map that clearly showed the route to the city center. "He said you should look for a man named Jennings. He can help you find the person you need."
Delia Asia Vieira looked at the map, her gaze focused. She picked up the map and studied each point carefully.
"Jennings..." she said, as if tasting the name. "Why should I trust this man?"
"Alexander didn't explain everything. But he assures that Jennings knows how to help." Earl knew that robotess would still go this way, even if he couldn't explain the importance of this mission.
Delia Asia Vieira nodded, but there was still doubt in her eyes.
"Okay, I'll go. But I have to figure out what to do with this... person." She glanced around the room again, as if searching for a clue.
Earl sighed and handed her the small envelope again.
"This is a letter from Alexander York. He asked me to give it to you," he said, trying to hide his smile. "This time it's not just for information. He said he wants you to be his wife."
Delia Asia Vieira took the letter with surprise. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she quickly hid it. She unfolded the envelope and took out the paper. After reading a few lines, she looked up at Earl.
"Wife?" Her voice was almost shocked. "Is this a joke?"
"No," Earl replied, his voice serious. "Alexander is serious. He believes that his life will be complete with you. He may not know what you need. But he believes that you are his destiny."
Delia Asia Vieira thought for a moment. Her mind was transported back to the moment she first met Alexander York. His Roman legionary costume, the spear in his hands, the self-confidence and hidden pain in his eyes. All these features now seemed to her part of something important.
"I don't know what I feel, Earl," she said, clutching the letter in her hand. "This is too much for me."
Earl stood a little closer and put his hand on her shoulder.
"I understand, it's not easy. But you have to understand that sometimes decisions come to us on their own, even if we are not ready to accept them. And you are not alone. We will all be there for you."
Delia Asia Vieira was silent for a moment, her eyes deep in thought. She knew that she had a long road ahead of her, and there was room in her heart for revenge. But now that she held these letters and the map in her hands, her decision was not as obvious as she had previously thought.
"Okay, I'll go. I'll find Jennings and find out what he knows. But first I have to find out what to do with this letter," she said, putting the envelope in her pocket. "And then... we'll see what happens next."
Earl nodded and opened the door, letting her go ahead.
"I'll take you to the city. There you can continue your journey."
Delia Asia Vieira stepped into the hallway, followed by Earl, and then the fat man, who had been silent the entire time but was ready to support her. Robotess, without looking back, walked out of the apartment, her heart heavy, but not without hope.
The next minute she was ensconced in the backseat of Earl's car, her hands clutching the map and the letter from Alexander York. The letter, full of unexpected frankness, tormented her thoughts. A wife? Why? She didn't know what to do with this feeling that was beyond her control.
Earl sat behind the wheel, silent, looking ahead. There was understanding in his eyes, but also concern. He knew this would be a difficult road, but his resolve did not weaken. The car glided along the foggy roads, away from the apartment where they had left too many questions behind.
"At one point, I thought this was all just some kind of nightmare," robotess finally broke the silence, her voice sounding tired and a little depressed. "I see it all, I feel it all, but I don't understand why."
Earl looked in her direction for a moment, then returned to the road.
"Because this is the path we choose," his voice was calm as always. "Sometimes we don't understand what's happening, but it's important to keep going. This is your path, and you decide what to do with it."
She looked out the window, trying to focus on something concrete. There was still uncertainty in the air, and the city they were driving to seemed abandoned and ominous. The fog was slowly creeping into every crack, hiding reality. It seemed alive, almost empathetic, as if it could swallow up all their doubts.
"Have you noticed anything, Earl?" the robotess suddenly asked, her voice now wary. "This city... it's like it's not alive."
Earl didn't answer right away. He knew the city in question had been empty for a long time. And yet, something about that emptiness always made him uneasy.
"Yes, I have noticed," he finally said, his face becoming more serious. "The city has been deserted for a long time, but, to be honest, I have a feeling that we are not alone. Something is wrong here."
The car continued to move, swaying on the uneven roads. The fog was thick, and the headlights barely penetrated it.
After some time they arrived at an old hotel that stood on the edge of the city. The appearance of the building was questionable, but it was the only place to stay. A mysterious place in a mysterious city.
"Come on, it'll be safe here," Earl said, opening the door and helping the robotess out. There was no confidence in his voice, but he knew he had no choice.
They entered the hotel. The owner greeted them silently, only nodding when they asked for the keys. The darkness in the corridor and the silence around did not set a positive mood. Delia Asia Vieira felt the cold wind outside sliding across her skin.
The room was dimly lit, the furniture was old-fashioned and smelled damp, as if the place had been empty for many years. Delia Asia Vieira took off her coat and sat on the bed, unable to move any more.
"Everything will be fine," Earl said, taking off his coat and sitting down next to her. "We need to rest. We'll continue tomorrow."
Delia Asia Vieira didn't answer, she just nodded, looking down at her hands. She felt a heaviness in her soul, a heaviness she couldn't explain.
She lay down on her bed, trying not to think about the letter or Alexander York's words. Had she ever dreamed of something like this? Could she even imagine her life with him? But with every word he said, she felt herself becoming more and more drawn to him, and it was terrifying.
"Earl, have you ever wondered why all these people..." She trailed off, unsure of how to continue.
"Yes, I thought. Sometimes circumstances force us to be who we don't want to be." Earl looked at her, his eyes full of sympathy. "But you're not alone. You'll make the right choice. I'm sure of it."
Delia Asia Vieira closed her eyes, feeling her body relax. It had been a hard day, and she needed to get some sleep to continue her journey tomorrow. But her thoughts were haunting her. She knew that she had a meeting with Jennings ahead of her. And something told her that it would not be an easy meeting.
A few minutes later she fell asleep, plunging into restless dreams, and Earl, sitting on a chair by the window, carefully watched the street, sensing that there was something more than just fog hidden in this city.