That night, as Lurch lay in bed staring up at the dark ceiling he wondered, not for the first time, if they’d seen the last of the trouble from the Iron Cobras. Some sixth sense told him they hadn’t. Though he didn’t know if it would be soon, or if they would hold off and wait until the Souls were no longer keeping as close an eye out for trouble.
If he were the one making the decisions, he would be waiting, laying low, until their prey was no longer watching for them. Then, and only then, would he give orders for whatever they had planned.
The most difficult part of trying to lead or determine how best to lead this Gillette chapter of the Souls, was trying to predict what an unknown opponent might do.
Kerry shifted beside him. She moved closer and threw one leg across his. Her head lay
