Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Lanny puffed on the disgusting menthol cigarette. Over a month in the prison camp failed to acclimate him to popular brand smokes, menthol or otherwise.
The prisoner standing with him in the yard also smoked one, obviously enjoying it.
“You’re sure about this?” Lanny asked him.
He laughed, half-coughing. “No, I’m not sure. Just telling you what others have said. Don’t hold me to nothing. But I have no reason to tell you stories.”
“It does make sense,” Lanny said. “I thought his name was Connell. McConnell is close. He said he ran a crossover trading post, and I got the feeling it was in East Tennessee.”
The other prisoner nodded. “Gotta be your guy. A trading post near Knoxville where di’s do business with noctos gets talked about from time to time.”
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