Instead of flying into the small resort town’s airport, Gaucho’s uncle had them land at a hasty landing strip away from the coast, its runway lined with upturned LED flashlights set in little tin buckets. From what Cal could see, the place looked like a perfect smuggling hub: remote and perfectly...
As the new guy, he usually got the dog watch. Night time in the Stan still freaked him out. It reminded him of nights in the Arizona desert with his brothers. They used to sneak out of the house and go coyote hunting. It was a stupid thing to do when he was only twelve, but he wanted to be with h...