THE END OF DAYS
BOOK SEVEN | THE ENDLESS ROAD
PART ONE | White Lines
Chapter (?) | Belated Dirges
I tossed the bag of clothes toward the door. There was no reason to hurry, because the northbound motorhall wouldn't go for another six hours. But I didn't want to stay in the apartment longer than I had to. Sanctus had sucked the life out of me and I wanted to get out as fast as possible, preferably before anyone found out. If Meda wanted help finding Juno Mitzimori, she could do it herself. I had my own ends to find.
During my stay at the apartment, I collected some clothes and things. None of it was coming with me. None of
THE END OF DAYS
BOOK SEVEN | THE ENDLESS ROAD
PART ONE | White Lines
Chapter (?) | Hidden Eyes
I turned quickly on my heel and came face to face with the man in the bowler hat. What happened next was too fast. I pointed the gun at his face. He swatted my wrist, took the gun, and pointed it at my face. I threw my hands up. His hat was tipped down over his eyes, but he was grinning.
"C-3073 Haztmeister pistol, chambered for point-thirty Haztmeister cartridges, ten rounds," he said in a high Angli-Sidhorn accent. "Noice." He turned the gun over and over, examining it. "Oi! The waterproof model! Diedreich's design. Fan o