“…and if you’re just getting up out of bed, well then good morning, New Harmony. Peace and love, peace and love, and all that jazz, am I right? Hey, here’s…” Riley looked up from the table at her brother, Anthony, on the other side of the nook. His view of her was blocked,...
As they trekked through countryside the snow was almost as high as their knees in places. A bitter wind blew wisps of white stuff in their faces, obscuring their vision. They heard the first of the bookers before they saw it. The thing screeched at the top of its festering lungs, hidden from the...
asked Bronson. “Sand storm,” Letitia answered scornfully. “Duh.” Jason pressed his ear to the door. “Let’s open it.” He and Bronson lifted the steel bars and laid them aside. The door opened, revealing the street, a street neither man recognized. The Stryker had vanished. The compound across from...
9:35 A.M. The fact that it was morning didn’t stop Cassidy from having a drink. Or two. It was something he did whenever he had to make a big decision. A glass of Scotch in his hand, a bottle of Glenlivet on the glass table in front of him, Cassidy stretched out on his couch with the remote in ...
7:15 A.M. “Kosh Amadid!” Fakhri welcomed them, gesturing expansively to the hookah on the low table. “Please, friends, help yourselves. Raheem will be here shortly.” Santa Anna crossed his legs on the tasseled cushions around the table with Bowie, Jay, and Gossitch. The other men were outside w...