Tin Soldier: The Seven Sequels

by Sigmund Brouwer

  “They aren’t really friends,” I tell Carver. “I mean, I didn’t know any of them until the day before yesterday. They’re more like acquaintances.”

  Carver shakes his head. He’s disappointed. “It’s late, Rennie, and it’s been a long day. Let’s not play word games, okay?”