Chapter Thirty-One
Jay jumped up from his recliner chair, splashing himself with alcohol. Beside him, salt-rimmed glasses and a small plate of kalamansi fruit toppled into the sand. The cracking sound resonated along the beachfront shops. Fireworks. They always sounded a little too close to gunfire for Jay’s liking. He glanced over to find Damien’s chair empty.
Kids were playing frisbee on the sand in front of him. Beyond them, a diving boat teetered on the aquamarine water. The closest he’d come to being anything like James Bond was lying here on this beach as a civilian. In fact, this was the first hotel he’d stayed in that didn’t have cockroaches. He adjusted his twenty-dollar sunglasses and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the toppled drinks. A waiter would replace those soon enough
