The sun was setting by the time our flight landed and we gathered our luggage. Someone from the institute picked us up, and the drive to our quarters was much more sedate than when Carlos’s bastard son had been behind the wheel.
“Meet me on the verandah for a drink?” Sam asked.
Dammit. This was going to delay everything.
“You’ll excuse me, please. It’s been a very long day, and I just want to go to bed,” Carlos said.
“Oh. Sure. David?”
“I think I’ll turn in, too.”
“Huh. Well, all right. But you two had better be up early tomorrow. We’ve got a lot of planning to do.”
The three of us climbed the stairs, and Sam only cast a single regretful glance my way before heading to his room.
Carlos was exhausted, and I helped him carry his bags up to his quarters. Lounging outside his door, smo
