Signal Drift: Chapter 24

Signal Drift: Chapter 24

The red beam of Cronauer’s headlamp cut through the darkness of the tobacco shed like a laser through a smoke-filled room. The air was heavy with the scent of dry limestone and the sharp, clinical sting of rubbing alcohol. He had the BMW GS propped on its center...
Signal Drift: Chapter 23

Signal Drift: Chapter 23

The BMW GS was a six-hundred-pound anchor of matte-black German steel, and right now, it was trying to pull Cronauer into a limestone grave. He had killed the engine at the crest of the bluff, the sudden silence of the Driftless night rushing in to replace the boxer...
Signal Drift: Chapter 22

Signal Drift: Chapter 22

The green-tinted world of the PVS-14s flickered as a secondary flare ignited somewhere near the Coon Valley bridge. The smell hit Cronauer before the visual did—a sickening mix of spilled diesel, ozone, and the sour, heavy scent of wasted milk. He was parallel to the...
Signal Drift: Chapter 20

Signal Drift: Chapter 20

The air in the basement of the laundromat at Monroe and Mills was a stagnant soup of detergent, old lint, and the dry, metallic tang of hot vacuum tubes. It was a subterranean tomb of community radio, lit only by the amber glow of a single power tube and the...
Signal Drift: Chapter  19

Signal Drift: Chapter  19

The tobacco shed south of town was a cathedral of dry rot and forgotten labor. It smelled of a hundred years of hanging leaf, damp limestone, and the sharp, ozone tang of high-voltage batteries. It was a skeletal structure, held together by habit and the grace of the...