Skadz said.Sam pushed the last remnants of her dinner around the Styrofoam bowl. Rice plus some kind of mystery meat. A freeze-dried, preservative-laden dish of salty mush, made only slightly better with a healthy dash of chili sauce.They sat side by side on the hangar’s roof, under a plastic tarp propped up by two old ladders. A light rain tapped away on the surface and rolled down the sides in tiny streams.Skadz cleared his throat. “Grillo’s really coddled the place, hasn’t he?”She paused mid-bite, the food gone from edible mush to inedible ash. Coddled doesn’t even enter into it. It had been over a month and she still hadn’t been able to speak about what she’d witnessed in Lyons. The topic of Grillo, through her body language alone, had become off-limits around the airport. She’d done her best to avoid the man himself lest he somehow sense a change in the way she looked at him. A hint of disgust or fear she knew he’d find in her eyes.“You’re talkative tonight.”Sam set the bowl aside and filled her cup with runoff water dripping from the side of their makeshift tent.
