CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Steel woke around three that morning, needing the bathroom and a bottle of water. He had watched the rain from the balcony window for a while as he sipped the water. It had come down heavily, making a lake on the terrace. He looked over at the small island and the old fort at Manoel island. Something was still nagged him about that place. It was too quiet, serene. What was it Kane had said? ‘It was out of bounds to the public.’
He finished the water and headed back to bed. It was still early, and he had a long day ahead of him later.
Weather permitting.
He crawled back under the sheets and sighed heavily. The bed was still warm and very comfortable –too comfortable.
Steel breathed in and out.
He closed his eyes, hoping his nightmares wouldn’t return.
He breathed
