04.10.08
Boom.
When the bomb went off, all Adrian could think was oh shit, there goes my knee.
It was a force bomb, one of those nasty little numbers that pounds and crushes and shoves, but doesn’t burn. Had Adrian been thinking about that instead of watching his bones snap, he’d have known exactly who’d tried to kill him.
Had Adrian been standing with his back to a wall, instead of a glass door, they’d have succeeded.
By the time Jonathan Reed made it to the site of the explosion, the whole apartment complex had caved in, and his son lay unconscious in the devastated garden. He wouldn’t wake up for four years.
