It was very smooth with responsive steering and neat leather seats. He settled back and continued passing through Brookhaven, formerly an Atlanta suburb but now its own city. He maintained a steady speed at the posted limit. No sense being pulled over. He glanced down at the file, found the numbe...
Light from a streetlamp glinted through the curtains of his bedroom. He was lying on the floor, still wearing the same clothes he wore at Underground Atlanta. His head was throbbing. The ceiling and walls seemed to be spinning. A clammy film of sweat covered his face. His clothes were damp.  ...