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CHAPTER 62

W e’d left Pike and Dmitri and Tanke and Jackie to deal with the captured dogs. Jackie was bandaging the one wounded in the leg and had taken a look at the large bruise on the chest of the one I’d shot in his body armor. Both would live.

Luke was driving the van back to Rocky Start.

I asked him, “Where do you think Herc is? Standing off and waiting?”

“Nope,” Luke said, Mister Cheerful and Optimistic as always. “He’s likely to be in the worst place we can imagine him being.”

“Oddities.”

“Yeah,” Luke said. “Or the Ferrells’. But definitely in town.”

“Faster,” I ordered Luke, not that he needed that. The electric van accelerated rapidly.