While the couple couldn’t technically leave the compound, there was one outlet—other than regular exercise sessions—that helped stave off cabin fever. The larger building, an old Spanish-style structure painted blood red, stood four stories tall, right next door to the voodoo shop. It had been a hotel or brothel or something at one point, but now, they mainly used it for storage, meetings, and guests. As far as Dakota was concerned, however, its greatest feature was a series of balconies that allowed for him and Gage to get a little fresh air.
On a calm and rainy day, they camped out on the top floor, under a roof. Plastic and rubber lawn chairs provided suitable comfort, and they, of course, pushed the seats as close together as possible. Gage brought a cooler full of soda, and Dakota fo
