Thoughts in the NightHe stood and watched the blasts of light streaking across the night sky, like a thunderstorm in distant mountain ranges, strangely comforting, spectacular. Far away and safe.
“I used to watch this sort of thing in the Apennines. My mother would hold me up and we'd watch it, like a firework display. The way the lightning played around with the tops of the mountains.” Wilson looked back at Lester Steinmann; now freed from his bonds, he sat in a large armchair, leaning forward, rubbing his chaffed wrists, giving tiny whimpers. “You ever been to Italy, Steinmann?”
“Once or twice.” Steinmann gave a short laugh. “Your mother. Funny hearing you say that. Your mother, being my wife.”
Wilson ignored that. “The only reason you're not dead right now is that I need to find out
