Simon opens his mouth as if he's about to say something, but then seems to think better of it. He just nods.
"Yes."
Difficult is putting it mildly. Simon can't remember the last time he ate, much less slept. Every time he closes his eyes he sees the corpse of the man he killed.
A corpse that was currently sitting in the morgue waiting to be repatriated to the States while the news media on both sides of the Atlantic ran alarming stories wondering how an American attorney could disappear for days and then be discovered mauled by animals somewhere out in the country. It hit uncomfortably close to home, but the Night Council had done excellent work and not a single thread of suspicion hung over either Simon or his parents. Richardson's body hadn't even been found in London.
"I want to thank the Night Council for what it's done for myself and for my parents," Simon says eventually. "And I would like to repay the favor, if I can. I understand you need some work done?"
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"Yes."
Difficult is putting it mildly. Simon can't remember the last time he ate, much less slept. Every time he closes his eyes he sees the corpse of the man he killed.
A corpse that was currently sitting in the morgue waiting to be repatriated to the States while the news media on both sides of the Atlantic ran alarming stories wondering how an American attorney could disappear for days and then be discovered mauled by animals somewhere out in the country. It hit uncomfortably close to home, but the Night Council had done excellent work and not a single thread of suspicion hung over either Simon or his parents. Richardson's body hadn't even been found in London.
"I want to thank the Night Council for what it's done for myself and for my parents," Simon says eventually. "And I would like to repay the favor, if I can. I understand you need some work done?"