“Now you’re just baiting me,” said Fletcher. “You’re just trying to get me to feel offended.”
“It’s not academic. I estimate we’re less than a day away from death.”
Fletcher’s face grew very dark, as though he had stepped into shadow. His whole demeanor suddenly grew sinister and I was afraid of him. If I had had a weapon I might have used it on him. As it was, I had only my body, clothed in office attire, which was getting ragged and torn from all the digging. I did have my shoes, but they were likely of limited use against Fletcher, who looked more fit than me, and, in any case, had shoes as well. I expect that he had also been trained in self defense. As well as self offense, if it came to that.
But my skin was electric. I was trembling with anticipation. It was as though everything
