The Overwhelming

Then a single thought made my hair stand on end. Squires, who had just bought the building that had been blown up before my eyes, had switched our meeting this morning from the Cucumber to Freemasons Hall. My stomach turned. My mouth was dry. No one was going to convince me that this was just a coincidence. No one. How could such a thing be possible? If someone had suggested it to me, I would have laughed, but I knew it had happened and I wanted to know how and why and the blood on the pavement only yards from me made me certain that I would find out, somehow.