The countdown continues as we reach seven of ten teasers for the upcoming release of A Foundation of Fear. Sit back, grab a beverage, and enjoy.
Devyn followed the woman, who she assumed was an employee by her attire, to a darkened den in the back of the house. Urban slouched in an uncomfortable-looking wingback chair with an empty glass and a half empty bottle of scotch resting on a coffee table next to his chair. He motioned for her to take a seat. ‚Wanna drink?‛ he slurred as he poured two fingers of caramel colored liquid into his glass.
“No, thank you,” Devyn replied, watching the grieving man clumsily attempt to recap the bottle.She hoped he was sober enough to participate in a conversation and drunk enough for it to be an honest exchange. Even though she rehearsed what she was going to say, seeing Urban this way made her reassess her approach to the sensitive subject on her agenda. The last time she saw him he was impeccably dressed and groomed, confident, and comfortable in his empire. Now he looked sick, disheveled, and pathetic.
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