Chapter 30Drew
I knew what the loose ends were we had to tie—or rather untie—back in the youth hostel in Rio de Janeiro. One Gino Maronne. Da’ and I had left him trussed up like a Christmas turkey and sprawled on his bed. We’d left a glass of water with a straw nearby. After all, Da’ had no quarrel with the man, even though he worked for Malossini, and we were civilized enough not to want him to die of thirst.
On the return trip to Rio, Da’ric was almost giddy. I’d never seen him like that, practically drunk on relief and happiness and the adrenaline rush of destroying the last of his enemies. I had the feeling he’d also enjoyed showing off his handling of those snakes on the island. And his speed in capturing them…
He leaned into my side, then bounced across the deck to hurl himself at
