They took me to a makeshift shelter--a lean-to with a ragged green tarp for a roof. Then we sat at a rough-hewn wooden table to talk about the murder I was supposed to commit.
And the whole time, I kept wondering if they knew more about me than they were letting on. If that was the real reason we were having this conversation.
Not that I was going to bring it up.
"Sorry we didn't tell you sooner," said E.P. "But we wanted you to see how things are. We needed you to understand what we're up against."
"You had to see it for yourself." M.J. nodded. "It was the only way you'd believe."
"That's why I pulled you out of the theater before the bomb went off," said E.P. "It's why I brought you on the rescue mission to Heavenless." He brushed a hand through his thick gray hair. "And wh
