Chapter TwentyWith several miles to walk back to the motel, Nathan had plenty of time to think and plan. He expected somebody would be waiting for him, but he wanted the few items he had stored in his rental car — his bag of clothes, the micro-binoculars, and a little bit of cash. He also wanted his Smith and Wesson MP. No matter how powerful Maggie turned out to be, and that Wilson Combat Classic looked plenty powerful, he knew that when night fell, he would need more than one weapon.
Above all else, though, he needed a second soul. He had already used up hours of life and several more lay ahead of him. The idea of agreeing with anything Larkin had said soured Nathan’s stomach, but he couldn’t deny one truth — the longer he went without a second soul, the older his body would get. Those
