Chapter 72

I picked it up, turned the pages over, and began to read.

Malossini was in bed with the latest in a long line of girls. This one was at least a little older than the last, who couldn’t have been more than her mid-teens. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ran her fingernails down his spine to scrape over his buttocks.

He reared back and slapped her across the face. “Don’t put your finger in my arse, you whore!”

She looked like she would have tried to scramble away from him, but he had her lower body pinned down.

I had to interrupt. The phone call he’d been waiting for had finally come. I pulled on my Gino persona and said…

Another sheet of lined paper slipped out from under this one. I was about to set it aside, when the words redheaded rent boycaught my eye. I began to read it.

That afternoon in Rio, I was on my way back to the hostel when I crossed paths with a redheaded rent boy

“Senhor.”