Once the truck was in place, I went to the shed to retrieve my gloves before heading back to unload the cargo. Saint watched me silently, as if he was waiting for me to thank him for interfering. He'd only created more work for every- one by murdering the one crazy son-of-a-bitch who would drive up the moun- tain to deliver the canned foods.

Jumping onto the trailer, I grabbed a bale of wet herbs and tossed it onto the ground, immediately getting back to work. If I were lucky, I'd be ...