The Bones of Valhalla (Purge of Babylon, #9)

by Sam Sisavath

“Yeah.” “Danny, are you sure?” “I’ve spent enough time in a foxhole with the guy—then there were all the times we were in the Stan. Bottom line? Sure enough

drag him all the way out here across the ocean. That sure enough for ya?” “But you have to be absolutely sure.” Because I don’t want to go through this again. Not now, not after I’ve already accepted him being gone. I don’t think I can do it, Danny; I can’t go through it again.