The drive back from the mining roads felt nothing like a victory ride because too many motorcycles carried wounded riders, too many trucks hauled bodies home and every face reflected exhaustion instead of celebration.
Devil's Hollow had held the ground as Raze had escaped. Somehow both things could be true.
The warehouse exploded into controlled chaos the moment we arrived because the injured needed treatment, damaged weapons needed replacing and Wire disappeared into church before anyone else even removed their cut.
I followed him inside while Knox stayed outside helping unload the wounded. Wire already had four laptops running and his fingers flew across the keyboards while lines of code streamed endlessly across every screen.
"Tell me something good." I said.
"I can't." He said wit
