He wasn't in the habit of carrying out the bidding of people who held knives to his throat, but this was something of a unique situation. Whoever had accosted him in that alley knew, if nothing else, how to get his attention. The mere mention of Opal, his home, had tightened his stomach and stolen the blood from his face. The thought of settling the old scores was one that had never truly gone away, and now it was being dangled in front of him like a carrot on a stick. And besides, hadn't he been feeling the familiar boredom again, pushing at his concentration and his drive, sapping his energy and driving him more and more often to the bar instead of his bed? Perhaps, even if everything his assailant had said and implied was false, this was the right time for a change anyway. If nothing else, his patients would suffer if he continued as he was doing.
By the time he realised that he had already made the decision, his hand