Chapter 23Kenna saw an opportunity to accomplish something good on this little side-mission, and she intended to do just that. Reaching into the backseat, she grabbed a couple bottles of water from a case. Along with a loaded handgun for her own protection. There was a figure about half a block ahead, convulsing in the middle of the asphalt. That was her destination.
She walked up to the forlorn creature—a half-alive sack of skin and bones that once constituted an elderly man—and lifted his head off of the street. It took a minute or so for the seizure to pass. When it did, he opened his eyes weakly and tried to speak. Ken tilted him to one side slightly, opened a bottle, and brought it to his lips. She poured as much of the liquid into his mouth as he could take. As she cared for the str
