Adler let out a frustrated sigh, quiet enough so no one else could hear it. This search for Perseus was driving him crazy. It didn't help that almost every call from Hudson was just him blaming Adler for not killing this 'Perseus' back in Vietnam in the first place.

He lit a cigarette, taking a drag and blowing the smoke out after a moment. If he had to stare at this damn evidence board all day from his desk, he was gonna smoke. This safe house was gonna drive him crazy.