Latest: The Journey of St. Laurent, Chapter 52

52: Whoops.

There was no way that Rhett heard London ask the question. Not clearly at least. Just the same, almost on queue, he gave his response by lurching forward. He marched straight for the open passageway.

He had enough presence of mind to hold onto his gun, but the stealthy, precise movements of a man with military experience disappeared. His massive frame plodded along with stiff motions that betrayed an abundance of pain – or perhaps a loss of control.

“Rhett, hold up.” I whispered as loudly as I dared.

He grunted back but didn’t slow down.

London looked over her shoulder at me. “What’s he doing?”

Now ahead of us, Rhett stepped into the yellow light and turned. Maybe he was too tired, too [...]