Chapter 10:
Lucky lay there… his fixer body survived the blast and fall, but he hurt as if his arms and legs had been pulled off and left to lie next to him just out of reach. Try as he might, he found it hard to catch his breath. It was either the hard landing on the person below him or the body that landed on him, or the stink that covered the three fixers in a heap.
Smigget was on top. With effort, Lucky was able to roll the fox-man off him and then roll off, he assumed, Death below him. “s**t, that hurt,” he wheezed once his side hit the stone.
Smigget peeked over Death. “Was that who I think it was?”
That was when Lucky noticed the other two steamed, or perhaps still smoked, from the explosion. However, the rain seemed to be putting out any remaining fires. That was good. He didn’
