11Preparing To Do BattleAs the sun rose yet again in a cloudless sky above London, Billy, Soren, and Jacob pulled up outside St. Bartholomew’s Psychiatric Hospital.
Getting three large guys in and out of a small European hatchback wasn’t an altogether easy task. As the driver, Billy occupied the front along with Soren who had declared emphatically there was no way he’d get in the back, leaving Jacob to pour his tall, lithe form into the back seat. He sat sideways, legs stretched out into the adjacent footwell looking every inch like a relaxed puma surveying the landscape from a low tree branch. Warnings to use the seat belt were ignored politely, something Billy couldn’t bring himself to admonish after he caught sight of the man’s deep brown eyes staring back at him from the driver’s side
