The plan came together in increments during a night drinking his favorite whiskey in his least favorite place. Sure, he’d needed time to recover from being possessed and slaughtering a colony of zombies, but since one of those had been a replica of my mother, and I’d processed that as best one might, he had no excuse for not returning my calls.
I packed my car, then
followed the compass-shaped scar on my arm that unerringly points to my
estranged brother. I found him in a pastry shop in some backwater town.
Not surprisingly, Nate wasn’t excited to see me