Agent with a History - Page 23/132

He turned and walked to the door and pointed to the handle. "Chair tomorrow night."

Then the door was closing. My eyes drifted from the closed door to the ceiling above my head. What had just happened? I couldn't think about it right now. I was just too tired. The aftermath of all the adrenaline that had been going through me made me drowsier than I had been all day.