Chapter 674

Outside Prophet’s Point, Arizona

Twelve months ago

Jared couldn’t stand himself any longer. He stunk from puke and urine, both of which had made permanent stains on his clothing. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d showered or even eaten. How the hell did he wind up such a fucking mess? Only an asshole would ask that question of himself. I guess I’m one big asshole. His first mistake, stealing relics from Dr. Chappo. His second, pawning them for heroin. I should have stuck with cocaine. He’d been on the run since passing off the last relic to his sister, the one of Sirona. I’m just one big fuckup. Now he’d be lucky to live past the day. If only he could get some food in his belly and drugs in his veins.

At daybreak, after hours of wandering aimlessly and finally collapsing, he found himself lying beside a huge tent with heavenly smells emanating from the rolled-up windows above him. Too weak t