Chapter Thirteen
It was foolish for him to dwell on how empty the bed felt, because of course Jordan had never shared it with him. He’d actually never had a woman here at all; his time with Danya had been spent exclusively at her far more lavish home in western Colorado. All the same, he reached out with one arm to the open space to his left, as if thinking about Jordan might conjure her presence.
Of course she didn’t appear. She was hundreds of miles away in Los Alamos, starting a new life.
Whereas he…Hasan didn’t quite know what he was doing. This was not a new life for him, but merely a continuation of an old one.
Far away, eerie cries rose into the night. Not wolves; in this case, the source of the sound was probably a pack of coyotes. He wondered how those predators would fare aga
