26

 

So Beth still had an interest in Mark Graham. To think, she was the smart one. The Knight shook his head. He had her best interests in mind, really.

He opened his desk drawer. Out of yellow notes! The Knight slammed the drawer shut then headed to the dining room.

A notebook lay on his table. After tearing a page from the book, he fought the urge to fling it across the room. He couldn’t make a mess. The Knight stared at the page. The jagged edges irked him. A bottle of pills sat in the distance. The medication had lasted through the work day but by now had worn off.

He grabbed the notebook and took his time removing a page. The paper tore in one spot. A string of curses spewed from his lips, and he folded the first two sheets of paper. He couldn’t crumple them. The Knight stared at his clenched fists then took a deep breath. His hands trembled as he separated a perforated page from the notebook.

He took a moment to relight the candles surrounding his shrine to Beth. Gaining inspiration, he admired her photo. A chill ran over him. What if Beth refused his help?

He stared in the direction of his gun safe. Be a shame to waste such a beautiful life. Besides, Plot Fifty was taken.

To be fair, the Knight would warn Beth about possible repercussions of refusing his assistance. If she was smarter than Juanita, she’d take the hint. Sweat trickled down his face. He steadied his hand enough to compose the letter. Anticipation flooding over him, he could hardly wait to leave Beth her next surprise.