The Peacock Angel: Rise of the Decarchs

by Glenn Dale Bridges, Jr

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  The warden's meaty fingers trembled as he hung up the receiver. He didn't like this . . . any of it. Schwann was trouble. Nervous energy pulsed throughout his body as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his head with both hands. The knock at his office door was a welcome distraction. At first.

  "You sending Connally sir?"

  The warden resumed his head massage. He didn't need this. Not now.

  "Yes Stanley. Thane's going," he answered from between his fingers. He noticed the familiar pursed lips appear on Lt. Stanley Rollins face.

  "You put a lot of faith in that boy warden. Sure he can handle this one?"

  The warden sat up straight in his chair; his hands dropped to his lap. "He's handled everything we ever put on his plate Stanley. He's as good as we got. If it can be handled . . . Thane's the one."