Sanctuary

[Jay Carpenter]

Axel Miller

The beach crashed serene waves on shore in his mind. Warm winds fluttered the shirt open on his chest; hammock swayed.

In the end, he sniffed and wiped absently at his nose. “Doesn’t matter,” he said. It was a fool’s dream; pure fantasy. Nobody escaped, but he was going to fucking try.

The moment of vulnerability passed like a hurricane, though. Natalie brought that out in people, he guessed. “I showed her the door. She climbed in. Clearly she climbed out again.” No harm done. Interesting thought, he mused. How was she discovered? Stealthy minx she was seemed unlikely to give away the hard-fought position. So what happened?

“Look. You want my help or not?” He fired glares at Jensen. This was the big conversation the preacher demanded?