Chapter 60
60 Something shifted in Adam as the shovel sped toward him, as if the safety mechanism that kept his capacity for violence in check had irrevocably snapped. The white light on the man’s head was mesmerizing, but Adam tore his eyes away and focused on the weapon’s arc. He ducked his head, hunching, and the rounded back of the shovel blade hit his thin backpack, glancing off the metal thermos within. Adam was already rising, launching, as the shovel continued its arc and finally came to a jarring stop, striking the same scarred rock it had struck before. Adam followed it, grabbed the wooden handle and yanked it to the side to clear the rock and block the man who was holding it. Then Adam let his momentum—and his anger—carry him forward, shoving the man to the ground beneath him. He roared
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