Chapter 27
Curled up on the love seat under a cotton blanket, a few minutes after three o'clock in the morning, Gustavo listened to the whirring fan above him in the parlor. It was ricketier than it should have been, bobbing as it spun, ready to drop from the ceiling and slice through anyone in its path. Nonetheless, it blocked out noises inside and outside of the hotel room, from the traffic to the sounds of Zachary and Aleksey breathing in the beds adjacent to him.
Zachary slept in the bed closest to Gustavo, tucked in the fetal position. His sheet covered his body up to his chin and he faced toward Gustavo with closed eyes. Gustavo pondered the paradox of such a powerful man dozing in such a shielded manner. He also contemplated that Zachary was likely a person who avoided, and p
