Chapter 27

I have to hand it to her, Barbara Mullen has the biggest balls on the planet. She doesn’t currently consider me her friend and yet she decides to shack up in my New York City condominium while I battle Edwin. I can’t believe her sometimes. How can anyone in their right mind consider the woman sane?

By evening, Edwin is a category one hurricane, angry as hell and working his way into the Gulf of Mexico. His windspeed careens into one hundred and ten miles per hour, whipping the Coast. Cuba and the Bahamas are currently in a state of panic and wreckage, products of Edwin’s horrendous fury.

Trent finds me at the bungalow, checking up on me. He carries a basket of bottled water, provisions, a blanket, pillow, a portable radio with batteries, and first aid supplies into the house. Upon his arrival, I ask, “You moving in, pal?”