"That's 17," I muttered, looking at the watch on my wrist.
Before I activated Night Walker, I had taken note of the time: 10:27 a.m.
Now it was 10:44, meaning I had spent 17 minutes in the dream, a time below my ability, considering I had spent over 20 minutes in Tobi's dream.
My attempts to influence the nun's dream were to blame for this, especially given how many times I had failed.
Bringing my left arm down, I looked at the thick, short lady who was still passed out, the stupid smile still plastered on her face.
I had hoped to get some insight into the happenings within the Vatican, hear a rumour, or catch a clue that might lead me to my target from the woman. But all I had learned was that she was a slut.
A big-time slut who had a thing for huge men and had also witnessed someone being sliced in two.
"What a waste."
