Chapter Fourteen
MALACHAI
Rafe. Doc. Tyson. Az. Gray. The entire crew was in the meeting room today. While Rafe and Tyson were busy reminiscing about the dumb s**t they did the night before, Az and Gray talked about what they had planned in the shop for the rest of the day.
Doc was quiet though. He had that kind of wizened look about him, like he was deep in contemplation about the f*****g spirituality of the universe or something. Anybody who didn’t know him might think he was busy untangling the most complex fundamental questions of nature and the spirit.
But if you did know him, like I did, then you knew he always looked like that when he was thinking about something — anything. He could be thinking about whether or not he locked the front door and he’d still look like he was solvin
