the young barman asked. The nametag on his shirt read “Oliver.”“That’d be great,” said Morgan. “Another Red Stripe.”“You were in last night, weren’t you?” Oliver asked, getting Morgan’s beer from the fridge behind him. “I was just going off shift when you came in for dinner.”“Yeah, that’s right. ...
Inside the imperilled refuge of the cargo hold, the evacuees were all staring hopelessly out at him. As one, their faces willed him aboard, but could scarcely disguise their own desperation to survive. There was nothing anybody could do for him. Morgan saw tears glazing Arena's eyes. God, he coul...
She wriggled her shoulders within the loose-fitting rugby jersey that had been her dad's and put her iPhone down, glad to have finally spoken to her mother and relieved that she and Great Aunt Dominique were both OK. The marshals were with them at Ellensburg and a SWAT team was also on the way. &...