The crash of gunfire thundered in the tight hallway, muzzle flashes reflected in the pooling fuel and splitting the vaporous air. “No!” Xavier cried, involuntarily ducking, expecting the bright flash that would herald ignition and death. It didn’t c...
Russo was one shop down, looking at books in a broken display window. He selected a paperback from an author he liked and tucked it into his backpack. The shops were set up in a small semicircle around a brick-paved plaza with little metal chairs and tables, an almond tree...