Bridget and I sat on the sofa. She put the container of cash between us. I said, “I always wondered what Thor’s home might look like.” “Now you know.” “Why did you use our real names?” “He would have known if I didn’t, and he wouldn’t have bothered further with us.” “How would he have known you were lying?” “Because of who he is, what he is.” “What do you mean? What is he?” “I don’t know. He’s not one of us, and he’s not a Screamer, but he’s something.” “Something?” “Yes. There’s a secret war they never cover on the news. You and I and Grandpa and probably a lot of other people are on one side
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