THIRTY FIVE
INSIDE HIS lakeside cabin, Steve Arkin had showered and scrubbed himself clean. He tossed away the burnt, shredded clothing into the trash. Still sliding on a pair of new socks, he kept one eye trained across the room for news updates.
“BREAKING.”
His TV showed a nuclear power plant perched on the rocky Pacific coast of Southern California. The daytime anchor woman rushed through her announcement, “Breaking news. Supernatural Steven Arkin has been sighted at the nuclear power generating station at San Luis Obispo, California, where he is now engaged in a fierce stand-off with the station’s security detail.”
Steve rocketed up and through the roof of his cabin splintering the old wood and sending pieces flying off into the forest. He soared at maximum speed toward space in a
