Nicholas was sitting in a private section that jutted out, overlooking the casino below. Orders taken, Diane dissolved into the regular area of the restaurant, from which she’d emerged. Nicholas paused for a moment, then responded with two words: “Crab cakes.” “Bring me a glass of scotch-whatever Gerry keeps on reserve should be fine-and tell security to show the man they’re tracking to my table.” “Diane,” Nicholas said as his waitress appeared with a fresh cocktail. Besides, this was not a man one trifled with lightly. For right now, he needed to play a gentle hand being too antagonistic would work against his long-term strategy. Nicholas briefly entertained the idea of letting security deal with the clearly irate man, but then thought better of it. The figure was male, and he was a few days later than Nicholas had expected, though he was certainly moving with haste now that he was here. A thin smile touched his lips as he charted the figure’s path from his balcony.
Nicholas was waiting for a fresh drink when he spotted a familiar figure practically stomping through the casino below. I’ll shut up now and let you get to the good stuff. It’s not how a series is supposed to work.Īll right, you know the score for what’s ahead. By this point, you probably saw all that coming though, but, on the off chance you just picked this up without reading the other two. And, last but never least, a healthy amount of curse words. There will be booze, and violence, and even a bit of the old sexual themes. At this point, I think you know what you’re in for.
To E Ramos E, Priscilla Yuen, and Bill Hammond you three really kicked this up a notch.ĭamn, made it to Year 3, didn’t we? Only one more left after this one, though it bears mentioning that there is a spin-off currently running on. I also have to take a moment and thank my amazing beta readers. You turned what might have been a practical, normal, child into a hopeless dreamer, and I will never stop being grateful for that. To Joe Shuster, Jerry Siegel, Jack Kirby, Stan Lee, and the myriad of other creators too numerous to name. This book is dedicated to those who founded the legacy that would steer my fantasies toward capes flying across the sky. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the author.
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