Rollo sat staring at the two mounds of dirt and rock not far from the blackened structure that was once his home. The barn, the cabana, everything had been burned down by the hunters. The police had been everywhere so he had had to wait to bury the bodies. He and Carter had spent a good portion of the day and night hiding the dead hunters and their SUVs, though they couldn’t get rid of all of them. He had vaguely answered the police when questioned and knew that eventually, they wouldn’t remember anything. The Step would see to that, they always did. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder and knew it was Carter from his scent. The man looked like hell.
“How’s Daneel…?” Rollo asked, unable to take his eyes away from the two mounds before him.
“She is inconsolable but Sauna is doing her best to sooth her. I did not know Owen long but he seemed to be a good man.” Carter said quietly as he sat. Rollo fought back tears as his frie