Chapter 106

Kamari's Point of View

Randal and Hunter had escorted the new prisoners down down down. Into the abyss below the house. I assumed it was where they kept all of the people they no longer wanted roaming about in public. Or where they made men bleed.

Either way, it wasn't nearly as scary as seeing my mother at the end of the hallway. Her hair had lost all its luster. Eyes were cast down but I could see the outlines of the bags beneath them.

Her clothes were rumpled and her shoes weren't shined. There was no doubt that she had woken up only when I told Randal to phone her. When he told her what had happened on our way over. Rachel had gotten dressed in a rush, not caring how she looked.

Behind her, my dad stood and watched the door. It was barely ten in the morning but a glass of bourdon was already in hand. He drank deeply. Drank long. Clear lines were formed on his face. His forehead was a crinkled mess of the concern he felt.

Seconds after I stepped into the house, her eyes spotted