Chapter 64
DEAD BEYOND any doubt, body stretched out on the floor of Jack’s bar in a widening pool of his own sticky, stinky blood, Kenny sat up. His arms, drenched in his own heart’s blood, swung in a wide clumsy arc to grab at my knees.
I danced away from his hands, my feet slipping on the blood-saturated wood floor of Jack’s bar, sending me tumbling into one of the guys in Woodward’s little army, a big old boy with a beard like the nest of a slovenly bird.
Ceren screamed and grabbed a bulky wooden chair, lifting it above her head as if it weighed nothing.
Woodward’s guys jerked back, shouting obscenities. The guy I’d tumbled into yanked my shoulder, holding me upright for that second I needed to get my feet under me.
Woodward shouted wordlessly, hands flailing in surprise as he ret
