The Cold Friction of Survival Where the Asphalt Ends and the Iron Rots
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF THE GRIP “Look at him,” the voice rattled the grease-filmed glass of the pie case. It was too loud for two in the morning, too wet, slick with the easy outrage of a man who slept on high-thread-count sheets. “Look at the camera, Miller. Tell the people out there if…