9:05 A.M., December 24
One minute to eternity
Time was running short when Race arrived. He melted into the background and stood as close to Liam as he dared, sensing the movement of Liam’s chest as the man inhaled and exhaled.
When a rumble coursed through that part of LAX, people started talking, wondering if there’d been an earthquake. Race stepped in front of Liam before he walked toward the fireball created by an explosion.
He turned and watched with horror what humans sometimes did to one another. Race didn’t know why or how the bombs were brought to this place, and in the end it wouldn’t matter.
Fire and glass, bits of metal, and bone and flesh flew from some central, and from here unseen, location. Liam was thrown back against a row of chairs, landing so his back bent at an odd
