Chapter 83

Chapter Eighty-Three

On a hunch, Connor checked the lounge. Vicente was sprawled out on a couch, snoring, a dozen empty beer bottles lined up neatly on the deck beneath his head. More importantly, one of the shiny black VR booths was sealed, and the power light blinked silvery in the dimmed light.

That would be Mosiah.

Connor sank onto a recliner almost directly across from the booth and closed his eyes. It was cool and quiet in the big compartment, despite all the electronics. People often came here to watch old movies together or to play games. When that happened, it grew warm and took on their smells.

Now all he could smell was the beer.

Before long, he found his eyes growing heavy, then he drifted off.

His paddle stroked the crystal blue waters of the river, and in the prow, Toshiko had finally pulled a shirt on to protect her skin from the brutal sun.

She twisted around. “Did you have enough?”