“Oh, there’ll be a write-up in the paper tomorrow that I’ll add to the files. And I can get a transcript of the speakers from Inez over there. I’m here for the entertainment value. It’s better than SmackDown wrestling. And free.”
Drayco took in Reece’s dapper-as-usual getup, a neon green shirt and brown velveteen blazer. “I don’t see your flak jacket.”
“An oversight. We’ll all need armor before the night’s over. Oh, and I heard about your fun little incident. Have you had your rabies shots yet? In case you bite.”
“I promise I’ll bark out a warning beforehand.”
Drayco trolled the sea of angry faces, many people already lining up in front of microphones. Sleepy beach town or crime-ridden city, it was the same—the desire to protect their culture, their way of life from change, from the un
