He awoke that morning to a bonfire in his belly.
In the few hours he’d slept, the flames of injustice had stoked themselves until their heat burned down every limb, every nerve.
He’d put his future on the line for Shaley O’Connor and received nothing in return.
He would set this despicable situation right. Today.
Pushing off his bed, he stumbled into the bathroom.
As he splashed his face, logistics played through his mind. Backstage at tonight’s concert could pose problems. Would there be extra security in Denver after Friday’s murder?
No matter. Such challenges would not deter a superior man like himself. Forget staging an “accident.” Too much had happened now. He’d simply find a way to do what must be done.
Consumed by his vengeance, he ate breakfast alone. The eggs were tasteless and his coffee bitter.
When the fire is out, he thought. When the fire is out, I can live again.