DIABLO
The night is spent lying beside her.
Nothing in my life has ever come close to this. The woman who has consumed my thoughts is in my bed, asleep at my side. Her breathing is slow and even, warm against my skin. Best of all, she is not trying to run. She agreed to this. She is here because she chose to be.
Morning comes too fast. Waking up brings a sharp reminder of reality. Six days remain. One is already gone. The summit happens on the twelfth. Six days to find the vial.
That is enough time.
Joe has a meeting tonight at a bowling alley. Bowlarama. It is not one of our places, but it may as well be. Quiet meetings have happened there before, the kind no one remembers afterward.
The plan forms easily. April goes bowling tonight. She likes it. That much is clear. The pin she wo
