Marlowe
There was an official betting pool now, apparently, about exactly how soft their President had gone for the new blood, and Cricket had the audacity to show me the chalkboard tally like I might want to place a wager on my own life.
"Odds are shifting daily." He tapped the board with real enthusiasm. "Started at even money on 'nothing, you're all imagining things.' We're down to three-to-one on 'something's definitely happening' as of this morning. Preacher's holding out for 'King's just weird about prospects who remind him of Silas,' but nobody's really buying that anymore."
"You people have too much free time."
"We have exactly enough free time." He grinned, entirely unrepentant. "You want in on the pool? I'll give you decent odds, given you're technically the most informed par
