Author P.O.V.
... Later in the nearby city...
Leonardo cruised around looking for a human woman of the night. He had just purchased a box of magnum condoms from the drug store.
A loose hierarchy of prostitutes occupied the airport and its suburbs – within the hotels, and none caught his eye.
Then, a second band of s*x workers working the terminal building concourses and restaurant mezzanines. Next, he moved on to an army of freelancers renting rooms on a daily basis in the apartment complexes along the motorway. He finally found one to his liking instead of going to her room, he suggested they take a ride.
They reached the multi-storey car-garage behind the air-freight building. He drove around the canted concrete floors of this oblique and ambiguous building and parked in an empty b
