Darryl slotted three quarters into the vending machine and punched the button for the packet of salted peanuts, ignoring the call of the Snickers bar right next to it. After ten hours on the road, a shot of sugar was sounding pretty good, but he’d hate himself when he did his next blood check and saw the spike in his levels.
“You don’t have to come,” Lin said, from behind him. He braced himself before turning around. Her head hung at an unsettling angle on her broken neck. … Read More