Chapter 28: The Blind Approach
The seventy yards of residential asphalt separating the two estates had ceased to be a street; it was a frozen channel where the wind accelerated to violent speeds. Torin lowered his head, pressing his forearm against his goggles as the gale drove needles of sleet straight through the seams of his designer parka. Every single breath tasted of pure ice, searing his throat and chilling his lungs until his ribs burned with sharp spasms.
Behind him, the three dockworkers moved in an awkward, stumbling clump, their heavy work boots sliding wildly across the solid glaze of black ice buried beneath the drifts. The youngest laborer slipped, his knee crashing down onto the frozen road with a dull c***k that went unheard beneath the howling storm. He dropped his stee
