Snowbird
Lungs, Kennet
Brock was to answer any comments or private messages and see if anyone could be coerced into vacationing at Rook Island. He'd never been successful, but he figured there was a slim chance that anyone would watch someone getting tortured to death and then want to come hang out.
Until a sleepy evening in May, when Brock received his first reply.
Vaas stirred as his phone vibrated, and he slowly reached down for it. He wasn't a deep sleeper, but ...