Chapter 11

• Cory smiled; he watched the squirrels disappear into the trees around. He had not meant to scare them off. He practiced his salutation to the sun yoga stance just as the sun appeared on the horizon.
• There was something beautiful about the sun no poem had been able to describe. He watched it rising gradually like a balloon in the far-flung horizons of California and saw it spread its wings about the sky.
• His radio buzzed, and Damien’s voice came in, announcing the night shift was over. Dogs barked in the distance excitedly, and soon, they came in sight noisily, sixteen of them; huge and alert, pulled by gun-toting guards in black.