Telling him it was time to let her rest in peace and start living again before it was too late.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Sometimes it’s not easy being alive. Being left.”
“It’s all we’ve got.”
Getting to her feet, she brushed the sand off her clothes and said, “I’ll see you in a few days.”
She moved off, leaving him alone.
For a while he sat there, letting random thoughts slowly trickle through his consciousness, watching the low waves curl and crumple along the tide line in their eternal rhythm.
Then he pulled out his Stealth and dialed Flinders’ number.
Table of Contents
A NOVEL BY BRIAN JANUARY
BOOK ONE
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
BOOK TWO
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-TWO
TWENTY-THREE
TWENTY-FOUR
TWENTY-FIVE
TWENTY-SIX
BOOK THREE
TWENTY-SEVEN
TWENTY-EIGHT
TWENTY-NINE
THIRTY
THIRTY-ONE
THIRTY-TWO
THIRTY-THREE
EPILOGUE
THIRTY-FOUR
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