asked Lynch. Lynch was young and lanky, with mousey brown hair, big front teeth, and a strong, squared jawline. He was a US Cavalry lieutenant, just like Jacobs. “Do what?” “Kill a man.” “I’m not looking forward to it.” “That’s not what I asked. I didn’t ask was you looking forward to it.” Lynch ...
“Do you think it’s because of the bomb in the backyard?” I was confused. “There’s no bomb, Freddie. You must have been having a bad dream when the noise woke you up.” Freddie raised his head from the floor and removed his hands from his ears. He seemed calmer than me at that moment, but just as u...