Chapter 22: Red Sky at Dawn
I: Faith
I felt that if I’d told Zane about trying to help Lauren, he might tell Walter, and so it remained a secret.
Zane and I sat in the hotel bar deep into the night creating empty glasses, spoiling the feral cats that wandered in, and dreaming in lurid, out-loud color. Finally, the bartender said something to Zane and Zane told me they were closing.
“Have you been to the beach since you’ve been in Cartagena?” he asked me.
“Nope,” I said, draining the dregs of a last draft of beer.
“Neither have I,” he said.
“Let’s go.”