PART 2 OF 10
THE SALUTE
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
Callahan moved between the rows without looking right or left.
Lucas followed his path with his eyes.
Toward the back.
Toward a man wearing old clothes.
Lucas squinted.
Something about the stranger’s posture felt familiar.
Not his clothes.
Not the beard.
Something underneath those things.
The slight upward angle of his chin.
The way he kept a little more weight on his right leg.