The car’s dashboard clock said 3:20. An hour and a half to kill before Poblanos. Buddha took out her electronic tablet and busied herself with it while Thorn struggled with the steering wheel. His right hand was so swollen and sore he had to use his left to steer. “Where we going?” she said, with...
Thorn was inside the barracks tent, lying on a cot in the dusky light. He looked up through an electric haze at the outline of Cameron Prince. Dazed, his throat parched, Thorn tried to sit up, but a swirl of sickness rose in his gut, and he lay back. “What were you doing at my house? It wasn’t th...