Edward stood in his old office. Five days had passed since the meeting at the home of Kenenstatsis. He surveyed the room. Not much has changed. A new chair or two but otherwise the same. The sun poured in through the large window. He took in a deep breath and walked to it. Main street stretched out below and his gaze followed it to its intersection with Toronto Street. Karen. Was she carrying my baby? A chill rippled up his back. The last thing she must have heard was metal hitting ...