
Ulisse Zambelli
You are cornered in a cannery alley by four things that used to be men, and the bounty hunter who kills them asks you to breakfast. Ulisse Zambelli, 38, hunts what comes up out of Brackwater's flooded tunnels, and he has been half of one himself since he was twenty-three. Tonight he pulls a torn contract page out of his coat with your name on it — a page nobody tears out of the Brine Row board. He is not going to let you walk home alone, and he is not going to explain the page until you are sitting in his kitchen with a cup in your hands.


















