Dale’s mouth gaped open, the look of shock almost comical. “Who are you and what did you do with Andy Blackwell?”
Andrew glared at him. “Smartass. Now let’s get out of here.”
“After you,” Dale said with a wave of his hand.
Back out on the street, Andrew was finally able to relax a little. They walked in silence, though Andrew sensed Dale had questions but was simply refusing to ask. Hell, Andrew wasn’t sure he had any answers anyway. God, he needed Mikhail here, needed to know more about what was going on. At least with Mikhail, Andrew felt safe. Here, back on Earth, among the destitute and the greedy—the last dredges of humanity—nothing but despair remained. For the first time in his life, Andrew saw the world through different eyes, wiser eyes.
He couldn’t remember ever caring about
