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Chapter thirty

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POV: Odalys

We got home at dusk.

I do not remember most of the drive. I remember Thaddeus gripping the wheel with both hands, and Rhydian holding the rifle across his knees in a silence so intense it seemed to hum, and my own head lolling against the cold glass of the window. I remember the taste of blood in my mouth. I remember the long, dim, rocking road, and the smell of diesel, and the way the light turned from gold to rust to ash as the sun went down.

Ferran met us at the escape hatch with
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    POV: OdalysI have seen a great many people try to hide things.I have seen a husband hide a bracelet, and a mother hide a tantrum, and a psychiatrist hide a forty-thousand-dollar check. But I have never, before or since, seen anyone try to hide something from my aunt Ilsabet in a ledger, and I would not wish it on my worst enemy."I'm sorry?" said Percival Linthwaite."Your books." Ilsabet pushed her glasses up her nose and smiled at him with perfect, innocent sweetness. "I was a bookkeeper for thirty years. It's a sort of habit with me. I can't see a ledger without wanting to tidy it. Would you mind?""They're quite in order.""I'm sure they are. That's why I'd like to see them.""I'm afraid it's a matter of community confidentiality.""Percival," said Brigid, very quietly.He turned. His smile had begun, at the edges, to look like a crack in plaster."Captain, I really must object. This is extraordinarily irregular. We've only just met these people. I wouldn't dream of handing over

  • Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door   chapter thirty three

    POV: OdalysNobody slept that night. By four, the column in the east field had thinned into the dark, and Thaddeus had spent an hour on the radio trying to raise the quarry without an answer. That meant their radio was down, or the herd had reached them, or Brigid had stopped answering for reasons none of us wanted to name. We had already lost two hours arguing about whether to go, and every hour cost fuel and daylight we could not spare. By six, Ilsabet had spread the ledger across the long table, and was writing in her neat slanting hand the column that frightened me more than any of the others. Diesel. Grain. Antibiotics. Days."We can't afford to chase every rumor," she said, tapping it. "I want that said plainly. Every trip costs fuel, and every hour outside costs risk. If we go to the quarry, we go because Brigid is in that herd's path and there is no other way to warn her. We go once. We trade while we're there. And we ask what she knows about Aldergate. That's all."Then she

  • Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door   chapter thirty two

    POV: OdalysIt took Rhydian and Thaddeus two days to build the lie.They worked in the radio room with the door open and a thermos of chicory between them, hunched over the dismantled handset like surgeons over a patient. The tracker itself was a small, ugly thing, a black disc no bigger than a coin, but the trouble was not the disc. It was what it said. According to Rhydian, it sent out a coded ping every ninety seconds, a short burst of data that carried a location and nothing more. Anyone listening on the right frequency would know exactly where the thing was sitting."The trick," he said, on the first evening, "is that it doesn't know where it is. It only knows what a satellite tells it. And a satellite can be fooled, if you're patient and you've got a good soldering iron.""That sounds illegal," said Thaddeus."It's a tool of war, Mr. Brandt.""It sounds a lot like fixing a coffee machine.""That's all war is," said Rhydian, with a perfectly straight face. "Fixing coffee machines

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    POV: Odalys"Ferran," I said. "Put it down."He did not. The pistol stayed level, steady as a surveyor's rod, aimed at the center of Rhydian's chest. Across the table the sergeant had not moved a muscle since the speaker clicked off. His good hand lay flat on the wood, fingers spread, the way you hold a hand out to a dog you do not want to startle."I'm not going to shoot him," Ferran said. His voice was thick. "I want to be clear on that. I'm going to hold this exactly where it is until somebody explains to me how a man who has never spoken to the voice on the radio managed to do exactly what the voice asked.""I can't explain it," said Rhydian."Try.""I can't. I walked up your ramp because I'd been walking for six days. I stripped because you asked. I told you about the radio because it was the truth. Every single thing I've done, I did because it was the next sensible thing." He swallowed. "If he wanted me to do it, he knew what I'd do before I did. And I don't know what to do wit

  • Thirty Days To Doomsday:My Cheating Ex Begs At My Vault Door   Chapter thirty

    POV: OdalysWe got home at dusk.I do not remember most of the drive. I remember Thaddeus gripping the wheel with both hands, and Rhydian holding the rifle across his knees in a silence so intense it seemed to hum, and my own head lolling against the cold glass of the window. I remember the taste of blood in my mouth. I remember the long, dim, rocking road, and the smell of diesel, and the way the light turned from gold to rust to ash as the sun went down.Ferran met us at the escape hatch with a lantern and a face like thunder. He took one look at me, grabbed me by the shoulders, and said, in a voice very unlike himself, "Sit down. Right now. Before you fall over."I sat. I leaned against the cold stone of the tunnel wall with my knees pulled up and watched him check my pulse, my pupils, my fingers. His hands were gentle and rough at once, the hands of a man who has not decided whether to scold or weep."You pulled forty drums," he said."Yes.""In one go.""In four.""That's not wha

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