CHAPTER 11St. Paul
Evening, April 16
Harith settled back on Jason’s couch, a game controller in his hands. Harith’s swarthy complexion, deep-set dark eyes, and black hair made Jason seem paler and his hair redder than it was. Both men were glued to Jason’s forty-five-inch flat-screen TV. “Thanks for inviting me to game with you. Man, I wish my computer and television could interface like yours. This is awesome.”
“Thank a friend of mine,” Jason said. “The guy’s a frickin’ computer genius. He put in some kind of patch so we can play the game on the television. Uh-oh. Ooh, rats.”
Jason desperately tried to hold up his end of their team. He furiously punched the buttons of his controller, but it was a losing proposition. A tiny paladin in armor, holding a sword before him, moved skittishly
