Chapter 17

“I hate rats,” he mumbled, scowling and fingering his holstered weapon.

“Those are cockroaches.”

“That makes me feel somuch better. Thanks, Blaise.”

After he and Stella dismounted, Rory switched on a small device that started emitting a soft, blue light, illuminating the space around them. A moment later, it started emitting heat as well, and Rory held his hands toward it to warm them.

“So, you said on the way here, you’ve got me all figured out, yeah?” Rory asked, digging in Blaise’s saddlebag for some rations. “Damn, I don’t think I packed enough of these things. I thought I’d be staying somewhere civilized.”

“Out here?” Stella laughed. “You should be surprised to find anyone here at all.”

“I guess. So? My secret?”

“I know for sure, that any way you look at it, Jane’s screwed. She’s sending people after you, and all that effort is for nothing.”