I liked rye better than bourbon when I could get it; it was hotter than bourbon and maybe a tad less sweet. At any rate it, Old-O, was my friend. I si...ped it now as I looked out at the city lights spread out before me. I wondered what she was doing, who she was calling. It was going to be a busy next few days; I was sure of that. Tomorrow? Tomorrow I would have to be doing some thinking, planning. Oh yeah. But tonight, tonight I would be kicking back and brooding, maybe feeling a little bit. “It’s Suzette, remember, John? None of this ‘Senator’ business between us.”Taylor smiled inwardly. Congeniality aside, this was the politician in her she couldn’t turn off. Always schmoozing. Always charming.“Yes, Ma’am.”“You’re an impossible man,” she said with a smile.“So I’ve been told ... often.”She patted him on the shoulder and led him to a small sitting room just off the front door, pointing him at a love seat while she sat on a slightly larger couch which sat catty-corner to it. He. " When can you be prepared?" "Later today," I said. "Really, that's amazing. Very well, meet me here at six. I'm leading a seminar; if it runs late, just let yourself in." I stopped at a pay phone and called Jon, telling him I needed to use his apartment to prepare for a meeting with Finch. I hauled my secret backpack of girl clothes, makeup and accessories there, and commandeered his bathroom, locked the door, and commenced my boudoir. I indulged myself in the shower until the hot water was. He wouldn’t, even if he could. They were worthless. Worse than that. Liars at best. Stupid one’s too. Had they not known he would have gotten out of prison and want revenge? The least they could have done was poison one of his pitiful meals, just to escape his eventual wrath. None were smart enough though. Especially the noble, Jesper, which had framed him. He would die slowly if, no, when, Onyx got his wish. Murder. It still disgusted him after all these years. He had rarely lifted a finger.