Chapter 16

I’d watch out for that one.

Identical twins? Could he be a serial killer waiting to happen?

Isn’t this psychopathy genetic?

I’d sleep with one eye open around him.

And, most of all, he saw his brother the one and only time Jude had gone to visit him in prison, hoping to get answers. He found none, only John telling him, “The first time I killed it was that stupid bird, and I knew right away I’d kill again, even people. It’s a high like nothing else, Juju. The power to hold life and death in your hands, to play God.”

He couldn’t press the button. Even if it meant he would die, and Cal too, his hands might as well have been stuck in cement.

Cal routed weapons control to his own computer. “It’s us or them,” he said.

Jude knew it. He still couldn’t move his hands. He just sat there like a fucking useless statue, watching while Cal took aim and shot one of the yetis beating up their solar panels.