The sand created a ton of dust that swirled up into the air. When it settled, Cal’s hourglass had run out of time. There was no trace of him, just a gigantic mound of sand where Cal had once been standing.
I picked myself up, dusted myself off and walked toward the mountain of sand, addressing the pile, “I told you, Cal. You’d be dead before the sun came up.”
The last things on the agenda were taking care of Striker and making sure that Harrigan was still alive.
Then I had to get back to L.A. and save Milton…
Neville Hunt almost 6 years ago
That hombre misCalculated Jake’s odds. Glad I didn’t bet on it.
Neville Hunt almost 6 years ago
Thanks for such a fulsome reading great this morning, Christopher. I’m now ready for the day...and if any motherfu......!
Neville Hunt almost 6 years ago
I meant ‘treat’ not ‘great’ of course!
Steve McBrevity almost 6 years ago
Caught up at last! Graphic stuff. Duff shot from Cal ending up in the bunker though.
Christopher almost 6 years ago
Thanks, guys. Always nice to read the kind words and the word play!
Christopher almost 6 years ago
Thanks so much, Drew.