It had seemed like a much better plan this afternoon. I stood on the edge of the terrace, outside the railing, like a kid too scared to plunge into the water after his friends. I turned, grabbed the vertical bars, and started to lower myself. Dangling from the bottom of the railing, my feet were ...
Speed checked the batteries in his optics, then dangled a line of tobacco spit into an empty Rip It can. Muted heavy metal leaked from Cook’s headphones. I recognized the song, though I couldn’t remember the title; it had been popular when I was with the Marines. Cook loaded a thirty-round magazi...