Chapter 66: Into the Furnace

I looked one last time at the stars that filled the country sky before Gattigan nodded to the man standing outside smoking a cigarette. I did the same. The butt of an old-school revolver stuck out of his waist.

Despite the man outside covered from head to foot in protective fibers, inside a half-naked man bounced around stainless steel lab tables. The dim lights hung down from the ceiling, just bare bulbs. The dude was the worst kind of hippy—unkempt, maliciously righteous. I could tell just f...