C49

CHAPTER FORTY NINE

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Tremont emptied his fourth glass of whiskey, maybe it was his fifth...or sixth...maybe seventh. He didn't keep count.

Alone in the dim lights of his living room, he couldn't seem to get rid of the turmoil in his chest. He had never felt so irritable, he wanted to rest or sleep, but he could do neither.

Why wasn't she arriving? He thought