Blind Run
Chapter One
ETHAN DECKER welcomed the pain.
It rolled through him like waves of heat rippling across the desert floor. With
eyes closed and head propped against the door behind him, he sat on the trailers
flimsy aluminum steps and waited for the desolate landscape to stop spinning.
Given time, the desert would succeed where his enemies had failed. It would kill
him.
But not, unfortunately, today.
Last night had been a mistake, an attempt to blot out the date and its memories
with a bottle of Jack Daniels. It hadnt worked. The throbbing within his skull
had become a dark angel crouched upon his shoulder, prodding and laughing,
reminding him he was still alive.
The heat pressed in, and he longed for the feel of a crisp ocean breeze against
his face, or the pungent scent of pines in the mountain air. Instead, beneath
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