Sacred Cargo
Is the Book of the Dead, fiction?
Johnathan Hargrove paced the 195-foot length of the Bella Rose with a creeping anxiety sliding down his spine. He was a realist not some superstitious idiot. His hands reached for the knife he always carried in a sheath attached to his belt. It felt conspicuously small now. Not much protection from the supernatural. They were only 100 miles outside of Chiro and already four men were…