Chapter 313: Skilton

Wednesday. Unknown.

SKILTON CLASPED HIS BOUND hands around his knee and waited.

The room was chilly and bland, giving nothing away. Most people might find the stark surroundings unsettling. He saw it as a blank canvas.

He hadn't been in custody in quite some time. It would be interesting to find out if there were any new tricks of the trade.

The minutes dragged on.

He should have dealt with the Task Force the moment he heard about it. Ignoring them left him blind to their attacks.

His second mistake was dividing his attention once he'd come to the US. He'd been prepared to handle one thing, not two. Dividing his efforts like he had spread his resources too thin.

What could he have done better? How could he have changed actions for a better outcome?

Skilton wasn't sure he could have. The pressure on him was immense.

He stared at the gleaming metal table.