SAGE
Only after Dr. Mitchell started talking did Beckett’s demeanor shift.
With every one of Dr. Mitchell’s words, Beckett sat up taller. His senses peaked.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said Dr. Mitchell, “the time has arrived. The moment of the evening you’ve all been patiently anticipating ….”
In a matter of seconds, the last three hours of fake conversations with people in the ballroom seemed to dissolve from Beckett’s memory. The artificial front dissipated. His troubled expression from our argument totally washed away.
He looked tight, focused, his eyes glued to the stage with a new intensity covering his face.
This was his game face, his take-care-of-business face.
My own body tensed in response, and I knew the time had come.
Jack would arrive anytime.