I retreated for privacy, following the hallway from the living room, past the basement entrance, finally exiting a squealing screen door to sit on the edge of the back step of the old, abandoned house and stare up into the fading night. Past the overgrown back yard, ignoring the sagging roofline of the decrepit place Cable called his headquarters, focusing on breathing and not much else while I tried to sort out what I'd been through. It was hard not to clench my hands into fists, to ...