After I woke up, he did the same with me. In deciding locations, we’d tried to think of things we were never without. Bones soldered one to the back of his cross, which he wore around his neck. Wedged another inside his pocket knife—which he was never without. Screwed a third inside the guide rod of his Sig P220. And wedged a fourth inside his wallet—which he was prone to misplace. The fifth had been
