Buck has the building key and he has my money. Wants to meet later to drink even more of my money, and we all know how far that will get him. Not enough for a teenage girl to get a buzz on. Speaking of teenage girls, Haines will be there too. Beware the hoof of a horse, the horns of a bull, and the smile of a Saxon. Usurper. Killing me with kindness. Part douche, part dumb ass. This path I’m on is long, steep, and relentlessly curving to the right. Three long horn blasts from a ferry just now. Funeral. Burial at sea. Exiled. Dump the ashes and note the time and coordinates. A quarter to.