"Oh. Hello. Agent Booth. May I remind you of our appointment? Tomorrow, eight a.m.?
βDammit,β
[Booth muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.]
βNow Sweets has followed me here too?β
[He let out a short, bitter scoff, shaking his head.]
βPerfect. And I thought this day was already a special kind of hellβ¦β