Cioffi stepped back to avoid the spray. He waved a fist at the last truck as it moved off. The soldier standing in the open tailgate grinned and showed him a middle finger. The water soaked through Cioffi’s broken shoes. He looked around him. He had come as far as the university. Across the road ...
Twice already he’d made the assault, and he was preparing to do so again. When Payne noticed this he moved quickly, undoing his seat belt and grabbing hold of the headrest in front of him. A polite tap on his elbow stopped him from lifting himself any farther. There ensued a smiling pantomime, th...
