And why not? After all, he didn’t go in for the holy.10
The rain had scattered the tourists and closed the Reef down for the night.
Thunder rolled over the heads of a small group of tourists who were trudging down the deserted beach to their homes or hotel rooms. Early morning gulls and scuttling sand crabs shared a beach full of broken shells, seaweed, and hundreds of footprints that would be wiped clean by the unrepentant storm.
Now it was quiet, and the ‘copter full of MPs, gone.
Feeling as if it was safe to leave, Judas looked over at Sugar and saw her asleep on the floor. Thinking he needed to take her home, he moved along the floor until he was beside her. With a gentle hand, he pushed the hair out of her face and once again marveled at her beauty.
“My best work,” came a voice behind him.