Searching, letting my mind go out and feel everyone. I found some I would like to have been friends with, maybe even a possible lover or two. But the rest. . . The rest weren't that much different from him. And he was the reason I was there instead of at school studying for my last two finals. I felt him walk through the door while I was in the mind of a guy on the dance floor, his thoughts swirling in an acid induced haze. Through the corner of the stoned dancer's eyes I caught a glimpse of Mikey. Oh, Mikey. He looked so cool in his black motorcycle jacket, slogans in red and blue paint marking it like a bulletin board. The portrait of Dante's Inferno screamed merrily off his back in white and red lines. He didn't paint it. I knew that the moment he walked in the bar. Rachel painted it. Poor Rachel, I thought with a chuckle. Fighting the urge to peer inside him, I wondered just what he thought of Rachel's little "accident." God, I hoped it had had the desired effect. I know the cops liked it.
Tony is out for vengeance, looking for those who killed a loved one. As he travels Houston tracking those responsible, he uncovers a conspiracy and a formidable enemy...
