He no longer believed this was just a gypsy scam. There was no light drawing me to it. He needed some peace and
quiet to think and process. He grabbed a handful of it. Hemetra’s head had
replaced Lois’ and was slowly bobbing in his lap. It was at
least four stories tall – a massive, black torso of a man, topped by a golden head and beak of
a bird. He kept replaying it over and over in
his mind looking for the hidden explosive waiting to blow up in his face. Once again Brendan spent a sleepless night trying to solve a puzzle that seemed to be missing
pieces. It flew high over the winding Nile,
the whipping wind making it hard to breathe. Her mouth was on him in seconds. A week passed. Those fucking gypsies. That’s how I acquired my gift. THE PROPOSITION
Captain Miller and Brendan were on a winding two-lane highway sandwiched between beautifully
manicured hedgerows – barracades of nature separating the filthy rich from the great unwashed.
