When Charlie had awoken the day after the Grandchester bombing, his ears were still ringing. He stretched, the couch beneath him groaning in protest. He kicked out his leg to stir his brother, but John"s sleeping bag was empty. Charlie sat up, spraying the sofa with dust from the hotel. He needed to shower. But first he needed to find his brother.
He stepped over a carpet of takeaway containers and anime p**n and checked the kitchen. Staying in Jay Stanton"s mother"s basement wasn"t ideal, but Jay did have a state-of-the-art coffee machine that had placated John most mornings. Charlie expected to find him there, soothing his bad temper, ready to regroup and rethink. They still had a job to do, and it was going to take more than a collapsed building to stop them—at least that was what he w
