There’s a part of me that knows that’s
just my lust talking. When I reach the front of the Dump, I peek
around the corner and take one look at that Chug dude. Damn,
I think, pressing back against the side of the fence, out of sight.
He’s gotten bigger since I first saw him. And I thought I could
take on that?I look again.
Chug leans against the gate, a bored
expression on his face, the stock of his rifle resting on the
ground. He’s talking to someone, I’m not sure who, but when I edge
out just a little farther I see someone squatting on the ground on
the other side of him.
When Chug shifts, I catch a glimpse of
a dark blue sweatshirt, a shock of bright red hair…my God, is
that Sloan? I can’t believe he’s here, but I’d recognize those
piercing blue eyes and that wicked scowl anywhere. What’s he
doing here? Where’s Nuri?
From far away I hear the steady
chop chop chopof a helicopter across the river, and Sloan