Garrett threw back another slug of whiskey. “It ain’t working.” He passed the whiskey bottle to Durant.
“Mm.” Durant took a swig. Coughed. “You just need to keep drinking.” He handed the bottle to Garrett, swiping at his burning eyes.
They were in an alley behind the church. Garrett was trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible. Trying to numb himself to this outlandish reality.
He stared at the bottle. “This isn’t gonna help. I mean, it’s not gonna change anything.”
“Yeah. But it’ll drown your fuckin’ sorrows if you drink enough.”
Garrett didn’t take another drink.
When the Fury had returned to the clubhouse after that night in the desert, Garrett had rounded on Silverback, expecting an explanation, expectingaplan.
But Silverback had simply helped Bones guide Mica to t
