The sun was just topping the mountains when Jake and Bryn got to the address his contact in the DPD had given him. Bryn had nudged Jake awake when they reached the outskirts of Denver so, she said, he could help her watch for street signs. Jake had his own opinion about why she woke him up. She didn’t want him groggy when they went in.
Too bad. He was gonna be groggy. He’d slept just long enough to feel like complete crap. He rubbed his face, fingering the day’s growth of beard turning his chin the texture of sandpaper. His eyes felt as if they were filled with sand, and his head felt thick and stupid, as if his brain had been replaced with a slug of cement.
Even worse was the feeling that he’d let himself be distracted by lust and pity into making the wrong move. Logic said it was his j
