I watched him place his fingers on the strings, and understood how he’d been damaged. He told me he had some nerve damage, but as much as I had watched him, I hadn’t seen him do anything that required such fine movement or touch. It was painful to see him try to bend his fingers and place them co...
he asked her. Irina nodded. “This is a dead-man’s switch. It’s wired to set off the detonator on the stick of dynamite we just taped to you. Anything happens to me, and you’ll die a very messy death. Do you understand me, lass?” &n...