The Many Deaths Of The Firefly Brothers - Plot & Excerpts
Louis physician he claimed would treat him. It was midday when the elderly driver steered them into the city, past an old brewery that had been reincarnated as a pop manufacturer during Prohibition but was now off the wagon again, as ecstatic billboards praising Repeal were plastered on top of unconvincing ads for ginger ale. Next was a working-class neighborhood of three-story houses carved into apartments, where bored members of the brewery’s target audience stood at street corners, looking as if they very much wanted to partake of the local product if only they had a buck. Darcy had pondered possible means for escape, but the best she could think of was simply to throw open her door and run. Which was not encouraging—she remembered Brickbat’s entirely believable threat to shoot her knees. She stared out the window, haunted by her proximity to a safety she could not attain. The tension grew less bearable as she knew her time outside was nearing its end. She frantically tried to make eye contact with every pedestrian or driver they passed, but no one seemed to care about her plight.
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