Chapter 22

“All the comforts of home,” Gage said, “if you don’t mind roughing it.”

“You’ll get used to it, city boy,” Kegan wisecracked. He looked for a safe place to hide his weapons then decided that wasn’t necessary. They wouldn’t be leaving the island until they moved on to their next target, so there was no one he needed to hide them from.

He returned to the living room, going over to a set of bookshelves along one wall. There was an eclectic selection of reading material. A good thing, he figured, if they were going to be here for any length of time.

“Dinner’s ready,” Ash called out. “Stew and crackers.”

“No bread and butter?” Gage grumbled, coming out of the bedroom.

“I haven’t been here in ages,” Ash replied as he set the bowls of stew on the table. “So, no. They’d be moldy or worse if I’d left them behind when I took off.”

After they were seated and had begun eating, Kegan asked Ash, “How the hell did you find this place?”