Vincent scooped some cocoa powder into a mug, glancing at Bonnie who was looking rather cold. It had been a long journey, even for him…especially when the toll booth people questioned why they were walking the bridge instead of driving. It really wasn’t designed for that but they didn’t really have a choice in the matter. They had come in Russel’s car and Vincent wasn’t about to leave his leader stranded.

Still, it was the middle of winter and even he was feeling rather ...