“Bar Guerrero” by Cecilia Fulton
I can’t get out of my seat belt fast enough. . . .
I can’t get out of my seat belt fast enough. . . .
Laure always believed she would die young, a murder victim. At 40, she had assumed time for the killing had run out. Yet here she was, kneeling on gravel in the middle of the night, about to die in the high-altitude plains of Ladakh . . .