CHAPTER 57
Steadman’s calf muscle twitched as he crouched beside Rafferty, his eyes trained on Tonio. Shifting his weight, he eased up on his cramped position, keeping his head down behind a wall of rusty fuel barrels. He hoped the change would stave off a full-fledged charlie horse and cursed his aging muscles. Their increasing unpredictability grieved him, making him feel like an old man before his time.
Adding to his discomfort, was the little roll of flesh that squeezed out from beneath his light-weight Kevlar vest. He didn’t use to have that little love handle. He sighed, choosing to ignore the itch and irritation, and concentrated instead on staying in the moment.
His left hand rested against the flaking, iron oxide surface, helping to maintain his balance, while his right hand gr
