Chapter 29
Gustavo Vila Nova, reposed in a comfortable hammock on a cedar-planked deck, watched the effects of the late afternoon sun. Rays of light and shadow, reaching new angles every minute, both revealed and concealed the fir trees and mountain peaks. He was surrounded by a forest-green lake and the chill in the fresh air revived his lungs.
At the tip of Gibralter Point, a slender peninsula in California's Big Bear Lake, almost seven thousand feet above sea level in the San Bernardino Mountains, Gustavo felt temporarily elevated above the pandemonium of the past few days. He ignored his glass of tea, letting the ice cubes melt and shrivel, and kept his arms tucked warmly against his sides.
Zachary Fellini sauntered out of the rented cabin in a thick cotton sweater and climbed on
