Chapter 91 The Story: The Devil's Errand

• The evening was humid, the kind that made the air cling to the skin. Darren left the cheap fast-food shop across from the bus stop, still tasting the greasy rice and beans he’d forced down more out of necessity than hunger. His thoughts were already on Clara, how she had smiled faintly at him earlier, how her color had improved since the transfusion.
• He was halfway across the dimly lit street when an SUV rolled to a stop right in front of him, its headlights glaring like eyes. The back door swung open and a broad-shouldered man in a black suit stepped out, wordlessly holding the door as though it were a gesture of invitation.
• Darren froze, heart jolting into his throat. For a moment, fear gripped him; kidnapping flashed across his mind. Then he caught a glimpse of cigar smoke curling out from the open door, and recognition sank like a stone in his gut. Horace.