The Advent Drabbles - 8th December
Wednesday, 8 December 2010 08:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
byslantedlight8th December
The call came late in the day, as the sun set into grey sludge on the horizon, rain on the way.
"Raymond Duncan shouldn't have come here. Raymond Doyle is a copper.
Want him back alive?"
They'd keep him alive, Bodie knew, for a while anyway. It was good to have something to bargain with, safer to have proof that the trade-off would be worthwhile.
There were a thousand ways for a man to be kept alive, and wish he wasn't.
They waited by the phone for instructions, for the next move, for a clue.
He waited.
Waited for comfort.
