“Never mind that. Just be there, and make sure those two are with you.” He hung up.
“Does the senhor wish to continue with his massage?” The masseuse hovered in the bedroom doorway. God, he hated people who hovered. Still, he could feel his muscles had got all knotted up again.
“f**k, yeah.” He dropped the towel and laid down on the table.
* * * *
Cally had a bloody rotten night, dreaming of wolves that stalked him through the shadowed, mist-shrouded streets of Rio. When the front desk rang his room with the wake-up call he’d left for four thirty, he was logy and exhausted, his legs ached as if he’d spent the night running, and his sweat carried the stink of fear. He swore at the woman, slammed down the phone, and fell back to sleep. It was almost an hour later when he woke again, and
