Chapter Twenty Two
“You will return to Boston tomorrow,” Vang said.
With a sinking heart, Alex realized that this was the moment of truth. Vang knew about Alex’s desire to remain in Foley and it appeared that the intimidating occultist had reached a decision.
“It would be preferable if you were seen in person,” Vang continued. “But the important thing is to stick to your normal routine.”
“I usually go into the office on Mondays,” Alex said, still unsure of whether he was going to be welcomed back to Foley.
“Good, then do that,” Vang said. “Make sure you are noticed, but don’t be obvious about it.”
Sitting to Alex’s left, Sergeant Roscoe ate his dinner quietly, and Alex wondered how much influence the rogue cop may have had in the impending decision.
“Now, as to your request.” Vang
