Coney IslandNuri, who tries to pass the photo but Sloan won’t take it. The woman, who calls Clay and Sloan calls b***h, takes a cursory glance at the picture and walks away, disinterested. I watch her kick at the sand on her way to the water before hands me back the photograph. “This was only taken last year.”
Nuri says. Beside him, Sloan scowls into the fire, a low growl rising in his throat that ignores. “What’s his name?”
“Tomas.”Nuri’s dancing eyes glisten in the firelight. “His uniform says Tait. You say you’ve seen him?”
Nuri“Few days ago.
Jace. “It’s just official now. Some asshole in a stuffed suit didn’t like the bomb that fell on his men and suddenly it’s a war? Then what was all that s**t that happened before?”
Nuri clears his throat, cutting off further argument. I
