"The aftermath of carnage is a pleasant time for reflection."
—Conrad Bland
Jericho reached his hotel two hours later, taking a complex route to make sure he wasn't being followed. He had already decided that his blond identity was finished, as was his need to remain in Amaymon. It was time to start drawing closer to Bland.
He took the lift to his floor, punched out the combination on his lock, and entered the room. A young woman, no more than twenty years old and dressed all in white, sat on his bed.
"Hello, Jericho," she said. "You've been a naughty boy."