“Like I’ve got a choice…”Life replies with a heavy tone.
After spending a few hours touring the city, I decide I’ll return someday. There’s so much I still want to see.
“Sarah, the ferry leaves in about an hour.” Carter’s voice pops up through the earpiece.
“I’m here, waiting for them to announce boarding,” I say under my breath, apparently not low enough, since the older couple sitting to my left looks at me funny.
“You’ve got an entire cabin for yourself. Make the most of it.”
“Wait, what? Really?” I ask while checking the travel routes Rage arranged for me. I am ready to spend sixteen hours roaming the boat until it docks again.
“Yep, Rage’s doing, I guess…” I can sense he does not approve of all this pampering.
“I take it he’s not there with you.”Where is he?
“He stepped out for a bit. Remember Greece is our Rubicon. It’s going to be a whole new ball game. No more walks in the park, no more fooling around. You have to blend in and disappear. Remember?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I protest. “We’ve been through this a million times. You sound a lot like Rage right now.”
“How dare you?” He sounds offended.
I chuckle. “All right, prince, don’t get upset,” I reply to conceal my anger. If this is such an important checkpoint, why is Rage not part of this conversation? This isn’t like him at all.
Carter laughs and shouts, “That was a good one, Snow White.”
The elderly couple is now attentively listening to what I’m saying, so I stretch my legs and walk away from them. I stroll to the end of the pier, to admire the view. The Mediterranean Sea is blue and stunningly beautiful.
I have to absorb everything I can before the storm comes, a storm callSaudi Arabia.
Should I ask Carter about Rage’s whereabouts? No, that’s stupid. Rage would never tell him where he is, and even if he does, that would be a lie one hundred percent.
“He’s fucking a woman… or two,” Life says eloquently.“You know he needs to satisfy his need for pussy.”
Shut it.
“Oh yeah, very mature. He’s a guy, he has a dick, a gigantic dick who loves to fuck women. Get over yourself.”
I touch my dog tag to remind myself why I’m here, to find him. I need to stop thinking about Rage, goddamn it. I need to connect with Bruno somehow. This entire Rage thing is making my mind drift off course.
“Carter?”
“Here.”
“When was the last time you spoke with Bruno?” I watch a seagull flying freely overhead. The sun is up and furious, but for anyone who knows me, they’ll understand how important it is for me to see this.
“How’s that relevant?” His reply is sharp.
“I’m curious, that’s all.” That was a flimsy attempt to evade. How can I explain this to Carter? He’ll never understand my confusion right now.
“You need to focus now.” Again, evasive.
“What are you not telling me?” What’s wrong with him? What is he hiding? Did he find something new about him? Maybe a wife? A child? God…
“All right, all right!” he yells, exasperated. “He huh”—Carter sighs—“he asked about you…”
My eyes flash and my cheeks grow hotter. “He did? And what did you say?” I try to keep my voice calm, but I’m screaming inside.
“Well, I didn’t tell him you were going, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
