Despite what Drayco overheard at the courthouse, he had a feeling it was all but a done deal, barring a tsunami or a meltdown at the Calvert Cliffs Nuclear Power Plant across the Bay. “You weren’t at the town meeting. At least, in person. Your name was mentioned quite a bit.”
Yaegle snorted. “Didn’t think they needed a lightning rod in their midst. But I hear tell they set off some fireworks without me.” He looked at the rhinestone beads of water forming on Drayco’s coat. “Why don’t we go inside? I’ll try to burn some more soup like the last time you were here.”
Maybe not soup, but he did offer Drayco a steaming cup of black coffee he gratefully accepted, salt or no salt, and took a seat near the fireplace. The eastern red cedar kindling from Earl’s property was pungent, but the loud pop
