Say next week ?
Another teaser?
He’s already fallen twice. The second time on a sharp stone that took the better of his trouser leg. Now he’s fashionable except that the skin on his knee is fashionable too. The hand that went down on the news came back up all sticky. And his head! His poor head! The ringing that went off when he caught the door with his left temple, throwing his right against the stone doorframe, hasn’t stopped since. He can’t string two coherent thoughts together. For the moment, only one is needed: RUN! Get the hell out of here! At least he didn’t make the mistake of trying to reach the Wrangler. Firstly, Achilles has the key. Secondly, his pursuers must be hunting him down in that area. Népheg said the ravine was an old branch of the Rauze, so the Rauze can’t be far away. Find it, follow it and, sooner or later, end up somewhere around the Fourchette …and the Mercedes… Without stopping to run like crazy, he taps the pocket on his intact leg’s side and feels the RKE remote, warm against his thigh.
