Chapter 61

The warehouse by the docks still smelled of smoke. A slit of morning light slid under the metal door and threw a thin blade across the floor.

Gary sat on a crate with his jacket off. Someone had left a bowl of clean water on a coil of rope. He dipped two fingers, wiped a line of soot from his cheek, then looked down at the streak on his skin and smirked like he’d won something.

He could still hear