Chapter 34: The Dorian Collective

Omega

Christopher shoved his hands into an oversized peacoat. The silk Armani suit underneath deserved more care than he was willing to give it, but the pseudo-sophisticated coat, black leather gloves, and full-length scarf felt like more than enough to keep the searing cold from wasting its elegance. 

To say Boston’s March weather wasn’t cooperating would have been an understatement. On the other hand, however, it never did. On this particular day, it left the town emptier than normal—a welcome ease to the usual precautions needed to secure an area for a meeting such as the one Christopher had planned.