Chapter Thirteen – …Divided We Fall
October 30, 2009 – 5:00 am
…Divided We Fall
“Dick. Dumb, Dead Dick.”
The boss stepped into the corridor, M16 tight against his chest. “You should have stayed at home,” Bjorn said, his face shadowed against the rising sun. “Alcoholism and squalor aren’t so bad. You never know, the debt collectors may even have given you a painless end.”
I took cover behind a [...]