Todd unscrewed the silencer from his 9mm Glock’s muzzle and placed it in a fitted foam compartment in a case. He placed the gun in its compartment. He put his knives in, too.

Knives were Todd’s specialty. He could kill anybody in a knife fight and even beat guns with knives. There was no pleasure in life for Todd like the fleshy wet slice of a good mean stab. Screwing a hot body came in a close second.

Where the f*ck was Aeonia? Todd wondered. Did they have ...