He crossed the walkway, trying to find Mayja, having known her well enough to believe she’d be up here somewhere. He felt his way into a tower and s...aled another spiral staircase under shelter. Even with the lights along the bulwarks, it was impossible to see any further outside than the lights themselves, which acted more as a guide then a means to see. He installed them years before due to himself and other’s of poor vision falling over the side. Inside the tower, it was far easier to tell. I ran down fairly soon, though. Performance nights were always a bit tiring, and the last few days had been pretty ... well, eventful was too mild a word. I needed sleep myself. I offered to carry him upstairs if he wanted to join me in bed, but he declined. He would like a bit more food, if I'd be so good—still that almost formalized courtesy—and I obliged, refreshed his water again and rinsed out the shot glass before I put everything down for him. I made sure the door was cracked so he could. Besides, Flynn didn’t really know what the bandits really wanted with him.As Flynn slowly limped about, the sound of rambunctious laughter could be heard as the footsteps of bid men approached the cell.Flynn barely managed to drop back down to the floor, curling up into a ball to hide his nakedness, as four bandits burst in the room, laughing and shouting drunkenly. Each of the men were huge, with the biggest one still being the man that hurt him on the road.“Hey look, we finally found him.”. Ordinarily suicide …. Well, there’s Hell to pay. Literally. Mandatory sentence. But once in a while I get bored. Go back. Look at old files and if a case or two touches my heart,. I go to bat for the dammed with the Big Guy. I’m not all bad. The press I’ve been getting lately!! You ladies got the short stick as far as love, romance, hearth and so on were concerned. I picked your cases out of millions….. Anyway. Here’s the deal. Take it or leave it. I’ve brought in eight novels. Each novel has a.