Chapter 11
Azucara stood on the broken docks of Cola Bay, staring out at the roiling water. She had taken a helicopter to the area in order to avoid the violence in the city that Sodius told her about.
She wasn’t ready for that yet. Her eyes were still moist from the news that Mint and Graeme were dead.
Her babies.
Gone.
The rain had cleared, but the air still had a needle-like chill. The sky was a perpetual dusk, in hues of gray and orange.
The carnival that was normally so loud and full of blinking lights was silent, and the Ferris wheel looked like a closed eye. The beach was empty, missing the groups of kids and families that normally lay sunning across the sands and playing in the brown waves.
The multi-colored dock underneath her creaked as she shifted her weight. She tightene
