The crack in the sky was ragged on top, smooth on the bottom, and full of the same kind of bronze you could see in Golden Yarrow.
She knew it wouldn’t last long and as the sun rose up into the clouds the crack would fade into the same gray that filled the rest of the daybreak sky.
Caroline wondered what more they could do.
The deal Cecile cut with the cartel to kidnap the oilmen worked out fine, but they would never again come close to this kind of leverage.
Or would they?
Five oil companies suspended their fracking and that wasn’t a bad accomplishment, but she wasn’t sure what they could do next.
