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all of y’all to come downstairs ... to the office. Need to file a report. The police will get everybody’s version. And can sort this shit out,” he said with marked irritation in his eyes. With a snap of his fingers, he was gone to handle whatever VIPs needed their dicks polished.
    Sophia helped me to my feet. Steadied me while I coughed out the remaining pool water, her eyes thanking me for having her back (again) as we trailed the majority of the hotel staff in search of answers. A sufficient number of them were between us and the prince’s Head Monster in Charge.
    “Remember what happened in Monaco? In the end?” I asked Sophia, as I motioned for her to slow her pace even more. Then I looked past her at something. Waited for her to look as well.
    “Yeah? So?” she replied quizzically, the final memory of Jason North coming to mind. Then, catching my drift, she gasped, “You’re not saying ... We can’t do that. You almost drowned just now.”
    “So,” I mumbled. “Cops coming. Much worse if we get taken into custody. Go. Check it out.”
    I stumbled a few steps then bent over, hacking up some more to distract our escorts while Sophia snuck a peek over the balcony that we were passing. When she nodded without that much confidence, I made the next move.
    “He’s got a gun!” I yelled out, pointing at the big sumo who lumbered in front of me. Just now realized that he was Polynesian, Tongan maybe. Hotel staff already stressed, some rushed him while others scampered for cover.
    Just as me and Sophia took three steps to the side.
    And hurled ourselves over the side of the glass balcony railing.
    For a moment, we hung suspended in air. Daring to fly, but doomed to failure just like Jason North’s already lifeless body back in Monaco all those years ago. Arms and legs flailing as we rushed toward the hotel’s second level below, it was a relief nothing sharp or protruding waited for us. Nevertheless, this was going to hurt. I kept Sophia as close to me as I could, letting my body take the brunt of the fall as we slammed into sunshades, umbrellas, and several glass tables beneath us.
    Came to rest with a stabbing pain in my lower back. Broken glass was beneath me and Sophia lay atop me. Her lovely mouth agape; still in shock and afraid to move. Above by the pool area, I could hear the commotion as our pursuer probably made his move as well. Imagined his large heft flying over the rail and squishing us like bugs. When it didn’t come, I was relieved.
    “C’mon. Up,” I grunted, spurring Sophia into action again. Getting back on our feet, we ran for what we hoped was our final drop. Off the retaining wall, we leaped. Fell more controlled this time knowing what lay below. The two of us slid down an awning before landing beside a couple who were fucking like beasts on the beach. We didn’t stay around long enough to disturb their groove or admire the woman’s bouncing implants, for I was already dragging Sophia by the arm through the sand for a serious sprint.
    We swiftly trudged north along the coastline, a map of the area in my head, guiding me past the distractions and attractions of beach chairs, merengue, couples, and tourists. Every five minutes or so, we’d stop on the dime, giving me time to assess our surroundings or look for a pattern. Patterns, or the absence of them, spoke to me. Sophia knew how I was when I got like this. Knew not to gripe or question.
    For I’d proven to be a survivor far too many times.
    Three hotels up, we scampered from the beach over the wall into their parking garage. Told Sophia to keep her head low so as to avoid any later ID by the security cameras. Casually, we strolled through the garage, me in a damp suit and she in a bikini top and sarong, while pretending to look for our car. I found one on the employee level in the form of a raggedy old Dodge pickup. Not the nicest option, but an easy one to steal. I removed my jacket, wrapped it around my arm, and promptly