Gabriel had told me that a demon wanted me dead, but he had yet to talk about himself. About why he wanted me alive, and needed to find Mad Meloy’s grave, and why whatever Davey had written down and buried with Meloy might be so important.I was just a soldier. I had fought my way down through Malaya, been captured when Singapore fell, imprisoned, escaped, and now I was on the run with . . . something that was not a man.Then what was he?Escape from Changi Village was easier than I could have expected. Getting out of the jail itself had been difficult, but the area of Changi was left mostly to the prisoners, with Japanese guarding the outer extremes only. We made it to the sea, dodged a couple of patrols and found a boat to steal. Before launching, I told Gabriel I needed food and water. He seemed impatient but nodded and told me not to be long. I left, heading for a house that looked abandoned, wondering whether he even needed to eat or drink at all.I found some tinned food and a tank of water, warm but sweet.
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