CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

A Fool’s Game

We rode the Tundra Cat right to the edge of town. I had made no further effort to engage Kessler in conversation during the trip. The Russian Jeep was waiting on the concrete road when we arrived. Once more, the three of us crawled into a conveyance together. There was no talking as we heade…

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

A Fool’s Game

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