Milton sits at his desk. The computer's two monitors shine bluish-white light on his already pallid face. For now, work is forgotten. He is looking at Jacque's business card by the monitor's dim glow. He almost sighs, but realizes he's acting without an audience. At this moment, he's just one corpse alone in his woefully undersized haven.
Time to make the call. Milton unlocks his phone, dials the number of his Priscus, hits the speaker button, and lays the device before him on the desk. Stares at it, listens to it ring.
Jacque Killian