A Better World (Brilliance Saga, #2)

by Marcus Sakey

brought Kevin Temple back to himself. He’d been on the road all night, a dedicated run from Indiana hauling a load of fresh vegetables. Fifteen minutes out of the depot in Cleveland, and he had that stale feel, too much coffee washing down too much beef jerky. What he’d really been craving was a double

school. When sirens lit up the darkness behind him, he jumped, then cursed. Must’ve zoned out, gotten heavy on the pedal—only no, the speedometer read sixty-seven. He’d been tired, but not so whacked that he’d

the morning; maybe the cops were just bored. Kevin eased over to the shoulder. He yawned and stretched, then turned on the interior lights and rolled down the window.

why I stopped you?” “No, sir.” “Get out of the cab, please.” It must be a broken taillight. Some cops liked to rub your face in it. Kevin slid the license

your hands where I can see them, please.” “Sure,” Kevin said. He held up the paperwork. “What’s this about, Officer?”

sir.” “Cleveland your destination tonight?” “Yes, sir.” “You do this route regularly?” “Two,

one of those moments, the kind when he knew what he should do, in that idealized sense of the word. He should refuse

throwing around a word like “twist.” But it was four in the morning,

“No, I’m not a brilliant.” The trooper stared at him for a moment, then flicked the flashlight up. Kevin winced and squinted, said, “Hey, whoa, I can’t see.” “I know.”

Every muscle locked up at once and he heard something like a scream coming out of his mouth and stars blew out his

process what had just happened. The ground was cold. And moving. No, he was moving, being dragged. His hands were behind