Chapter 4Ross returned to his side of the room. After a little while, Ash offered him his tablet. “I’ve got a few books on there,” he said. “I don’t know if they’re at all interesting to you, but they’re there and we’re here for the duration.” He turned back to his computer, not looking at Ross.
Ross took the tablet, because it was easier than trying to bridge the gap between himself and Ash. The house shook again as another gust of wind blew against it, and the lights flickered for a second. The electricity held, though, and he settled in to read.
Ash had a pretty eclectic mix of reading material. He had books Ross couldn’t read at all—books in Arabic and in Spanish, for example. He had books about the countries where he’d worked, where he’d been. He had some books about war, about poli
