walk in empty places

Henry pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders as he made his way home. It was late. Normally, he’d be snuggled up in bed already. He hadn’t expected Cassidy’s memorial service – and the party that followed – to run so long.

The street was deserted at this time of night. It wasn’t a bad neighborhood, but he was still tense – expecting an attack at any moment. He heard a noise behind him and gasped. He glanced over his shoulder, squinting into the darkness. He couldn’t see anything, but he’d heard something.

He turned away and bit his lip. As he started along the walk once more, Joram’s words echoed in his mind. “I believe Cassidy was targeted because of her position on the High Court,” he’d said. Suddenly, Henry was scared.

He broke into a run. He was fast when he wanted to be – when he didn’t have Eishi or Barnabas telling him that a judge should move with poise. Poise didn’t matter now. Getting home was all that was important.

Henry slid to a stop in front of the hotel where he lived. The doorman was standing in the light of the doorway. He strode briskly up the walk and into the light, then he glanced back over his shoulder. He couldn’t see anything.

“Your honor?” the doorman said. “Are you all right?”

Grimacing, Henry nodded. “Better now I’m home,” he said. He bit his lip and, with a polite nod of his head, turned and headed inside. He’d call his cousin when he got upstairs. Robin would either tell him it was his imagination or have someone check things out. Either way, Henry would feel better.


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