Chapter 24“Okay, at least this one’s green.” Mike said.
“The last one was also green and we got that hunched mucus-spitter.” Gabe pointed out and stretched. “Who lives here?”
Mike took another look at the list they got from Celeste to verify the name, then replied briefly, “Christopher Cotton. How does that sound?”
“I reckon we’ll find out soon enough. Shall we?” Gabriel Bronson asked while fixing his shirt collar. The afternoon was quickly dissipating and the twilight had begun its slow penetration into the panorama of San Antonio. As they were scouting the location, Angelo seized the opportunity to devour several cold ribs which he had been dragging around with him for a while.
“Let’s go. My brain is starting to function again. Ready?”
“How else am I going to collect on those ten bu
