Chapter Eighteen: The Force Multiplier
The next morning, the knocking at the door was hesitant, rhythmic, and terrified. A polite, desperate drumbeat.
Kieran sat in the armchair, nursing a mug of black coffee. He wore the navy Adidas jacket, zipped high. He felt brittle, his mind a landscape of sharp edges after the adrenaline dump of the garage and the long night watching Riley’s chest rise and fall, listening to Lee’s pained, shallow breathing. Sleep had been a series of jagged fra