Early morning on a Sunday in Old Town meant people in late-license bars and clubs—the rough and dirty ones, places to be avoided. Bryce reasoned that the Rabbits were pill-heads, stoners, and kids on acid; thieves, criminals, and hooligans. They were used to running, used to surviving in shitholes. Those who survived the wreckage would find filthy, safe holes to shelter in, routes in and out of abandoned underground shops, and plenty of storerooms to plunder. It was ridiculous, of course. It spoke more about Bryce’s views on society than anything else. But nobody had a better theory.
