“LET’S GO BACK a couple years to 2004, my friend,” Val said, sitting beside Danny. “What were you doing in Burgos?”
“I have never been in Spain,” Danny said, not looking at him.
“I did not say anything about Spain.”
Val opened Danny’s hand and began to stroke the flesh on Danny’s palm. Be like the date he wishes he had, who showed curiosity about his life as man.
“I understand you are quite the spiritual fellow. I understand you walked the pilgrim trail to Santiago de Compostela, Danny.”
“Who told you that?” A man suspicious of all things will become suspicious that someone knows the very thing he might brag about.
“Oh come on, Danny. Walking all across Spain and into Portugal. I myself would do it if I had half the time.”
“Time? I have no time. The wife wanted to go.”
“Ah, of cour
