Chapter 165

“Shut up. Colton hears you talking like that, he’ll put you on your ass. You know how sensitive he is about all this right now.” “Yeah, pipe down, bro; he’s only a few feet ahead. Have some respect.” Radar, the voice of reason, leans in; he pats me on the arm in afterthought, with a nod, and a wink, to say, hey. That always terrifying white eye, blank, dead, but his good one is kind of shiny and happy, and it makes him a little less scary to look at. The scar isn’t as much of a visual draw as when I first met him, and he steps in, speaking a little lower, nearer my ear. “Welcome back … and thank you. For finding her. She’s been missed for so long; some of us were losing hope.” There’s a strange tone in what he says, a distant look in his eye, and as he talks, his gaze wanders to the bed ahead of us. He shoots off instantly to catch something one of the trolley pushers drops. Scooping it up before it hits the ground and merging into that hobble of people to replace it on the bed. “Radar