Spoiled Blood, Isla Storm 2 My small crew and I raced down the freeway, heading east toward the city centre. I knew my decision to leave Marcel bound and gagged in the exposed bed of the pickup would earn me an earful from Silas, I was just having a real hard time giving a shite. Marcel would get nothing more than a slap on the wrist. That wasn’t the justice he deserved. Fortunately for him, the icy rain stopped as the ethereal glow of the downtown core appeared through the dense smog on the...