Chapter 3Ian’s relief was palpable when he arrived at the park to find Hector waiting for him right where he said. Under the shadow of a giant bronze eagle. It held court over a long line of benches leading towards the water.
The surge of joy (yet brief) surprised Ian upon seeing a familiar face. Still, he glanced around the quiet park, emptying as night settled in, paranoid and on edge.
Hector rose from his seat when he spied Ian, meeting him halfway. His expression said everything as his quick gaze scanned Ian from head to toe.
“Sin offender,” he said in Spanish, “But you don’t look so good.”
Ian ran his hands through the two weeks’ of beard growth and sighed, unable to argue. And besides, the comment clearly came from a place of concern, judging by the worry in Hector’s eyes.
“I’m
