Snippet #2137095

There was definitely something wrong with Abigail, Walter could hear it in her voice, he certainly knew her well enough to know that it took quite a bit to get her acting the way she was now. Walter barely had enough time to respond to Abigail's first inquiry before she switch to a second in the matter of single breath.

It wasn't until she had mentioned the mysterious lady who had just entered his home that Walter finally got a chance to respond to Abigail's concerns. Walter could hear everything that the blond woman in the next room was saying but he felt the need to stick with Abigail on the phone.

Abby had mentioned something about a letter that he was suppose to have received from her, he tried hard to think but simply could not remember any letter about a woman or the Blackstone of Lucifer, at least nothing in the last few years.

"Abby, a letter? I haven't received anything from you since.....Christ, four months ago when you wrote me about that abstract painting that you've had your eye on."

Walter was totally confused about the conversation that he was having, the only thing that was making any sense was what she had said about the man who had approached him little over a week ago.

"Yes, I talked to him a bit. He gave me a file folder filled with information, it all checked out. Why? Is he bothering you?"