Chapter 13

To say that the day had been frustrating for Tony Scott would have been a gross under-statement.  Everything that could have gone wrong with his plan to get married quickly had in fact gone terribly wrong; albeit, not in the way he could have ever imagined. Getting his bride literally wrestled from him at the altar was way beyond melodramatic.

He had locked himself in his apartment since returning from Ben’s; anticipating Moira’s call which never came all afternoon and evening. Frustration kept building up and Tony was almost at the tipping point when the burner phone finally rang just before midnight.

“Moira, are you alright? What’s been happening, I waited all day for your call… Ben told me about…” clearly overexcited, Tony didn’t even wait to confirm that it was indeed Moira on the other end; and couldn’t even decide what to say first to his girlfriend.

“I had to be careful; it’s really awful here Tony. He