Chapter 21
After we had scrambled down the mountain above the Eurydice, after we had all hugged and confirmed that we were okay, after we had marveled at the fall of huge rocks caused by the explosion, after Jake had licked the bloody scratches on Arch’s face at least a hundred times—after all that, we got the bad news.
“He got away,” the general reported, disconsolate. “Royce. I saw him. I was thirty feet away from him.…” He gestured with the hand that clasped Jake’s spare leash, and sighed.
Marla’s spangled sweat suit was smeared with mud. So was her face. “I tried to shoot him. The son of a b***h. I missed twice. Then he just pushed me down, into the mud.” She shook her head, disgusted almost beyond speech. But Marla was never beyond speech. “I wish to hell I had killed him.”
“But …
