Chapter Eleven
ONCE DORIC WAS GONE, Hansen tossed Fabio his clothes.
Banparra said, “Take him and his sorry arse back to his dungeon and lock the door. I don’t want to see his creepy face here anymore.”
Hansen jerked his head at the door. Fabio awkwardly jammed his feet into his shoes and half-stumbled after him into the corridor. As he passed Banparra, the man grabbed him by the front of his shirt.
“Keep your nose out of base politics.” From close up, his skin was uneven and pockmarked with acne scars. “I don’t like you, Velazquez. I don’t like the sneaky look of you and I don’t like your file, or the girly, poofy look on your face. You’re a dishonest, creepy guy and the sooner I have you off the base, the better.”
He released his grip suddenly, making Fabio stumble. Hansen steadied
