Chapter 27 wasn’t recorded, so here’s the text.
Salem, Wyoming, approximately 50 miles west of Laramie, 18 February 2010, 1100 hours local; Countdown: 1 year, 11 months, 12 days
Jim Collins was silent. It had been over two decades since he had discussed Nate West with anyone. Now Mateo Cortez, the Zombie Strike field leader and Jim’s boss, was asking. Mateo waited impatiently with a look of rage on his face. He had the right. Jim didn’t tell him about things that were important to the team’s safety. Jim never told Mateo about the altar.
“I’m Nate West,” Jim said finally, his voice weak, “Nathaniel James West was the name I was born with, in this town.” He gave Mateo a somber look. “And I know what the minion is looking for.” There was a dark silence between the two men. Mateo burned with the rage of betrayal. He wasn’t saying anything because he didn’t trust himself to speak at the moment. Read more →