ALL REFUGEES
CAMP HOLY CROSS
NOW ACCEPTING INTAKE
EXTRACTION OCCURS
EVERY OTHER DAY AT
DAWN, ON THE BRIDGE
NO GUNS • NO ALCOHOL
NO TOBACCO • NO DRUGS
“Might explain the helicopter we’ve seen flying around,” he added.
I stared at the sign and its crude block lettering. “Yeah. Maybe.”
A chattering sound caused me to look at the car: “Hey!” —at which compies scattered explosively—like scurrying field mice—their pale, upheld tails bobbing.
Clinton laughed. “I told you—it’s that beef jerky. They can smell it from a mile away.”
“‘Carnivore Candy,’” I said, repeating the brand, and chuckled. We went to the car and got in—and I buckled my seatbelt. “Take it easy this time, yeah?”
“You got something to live for?” He put in the clutch and gave it a rev, which sputtered and crackled. “Un
