Chapter 24
CARRO STARED at the hunk of meat in his hand. The yellow light from the fire glistened in fat dripping down the bone over his hand and down his arm.
He had taken a few bites of the leg from the animal Nolan had shot, but was no longer hungry. This life sickened him. The way Jeito and Nolan had held up a family of refugees and confiscated their van and their food, and shot the father when he protested too much, the way Nolan enjoyed stealing from others on the road.
Why couldn’t they even leave refugees in peace?
The whisper of voices in the back of his mind had almost become constant, an itch he couldn’t scratch. It had whispered at him while they ran back to the van after having been disturbed, and during the mad ride through the forest, and the lonely drive on the dark and
