Chapter 24
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I was hung over for most of the next day, and the vegetarian cafeteria in the bunker did not provide me with the red meat and dark brown ale that might have helped me get my bearings. I was spooning a chick pea curry into my mouth dispiritedly when I got the message that Kohl was looking for me. The bearer of the message was Jesse Spindrift, who always seemed to know when Kohl wanted to find me for some reason. He stood over the table grinning down at me, as if someone had told him I was headed for the gallows.
“Fine,” I said. I couldn’t even bring myself to finish the bowl of curry first just to spite him. Instead I picked it up and took it with me, dropping it in the trash can on the way out. Jesse came with me, as if he wanted to see me hang for himself.
When I g
