“The General said we were terrorists…that we turned against our own government…” Edlin coughed up a mouthful of blood. It leaked down his chin and splattered his gaunt cheeks. “That you murdered his daughter.” Whitney let out a dismayed whimper. Liam couldn’t take his eyes off Albert Edlin. “What else did he say?” Edlin’s bruised, shriveled face contorted. He raised his shaky left hand, grasped the lapel of Liam’s jacket, and drew him close. He stank of coppery blood, sour sweat, and impending death. A blade of fear slid between Liam’s ribs.
