Chapter 13 Green. Everything was as bright as day, and green—the sofa, the television set, Rocco . . . The old dachshund’s lifeless eyes looked like a pair of illuminant buttons on a control panel. The goggles Sean had found were night-vision goggles.
Sean had thought they might be when he had reached inside the bag in the middle of the storm. His Uncle Zed used to have a similar pair of goggles a couple of years ago. He’d picked them up at a flea market in Frisco, Colorado, and later traded them in town for some ammo. But these were different—much more serious and expensive-looking. Possibly military issue or some mock variety that could be ordered out of a cheesy survivalist magazine. They were made of an imposing black metal, fastened to an elaborate head mount of canvas straps to keep
