Budapest Ferenc Liszt International Airport is almost empty. It’s one o'clock in the morning, the plane from New York had carried only a few very rare travellers. Mostly busy businessmen immersed in their newspapers.
So much the better. I don't want a crowd. During my recovery with Adam, I almost became an agoraphobe. Emptiness, silence, and loneliness are my new elements.
After our discussion, I left the hotel. At once. I have no animosity towards Adam. On the contrary. The story of his past brought me closer to him, like the months he was by my side. I will never forget what he did for me.
And what better way to pay my debt than to help rid him of Attila Smith’s constant presence.
Jack Cabualca.
This is the main reason for the adventure I’m embarking on. Since I knew he was alive, I
