Prized Fight (Detective Damien Drake Book 8) by Patrick Logan

Author:Patrick Logan [Logan, Patrick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pathological Ink
Published: 2019-05-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 36

Drake barely slept at all during what was left of the night. This was partly because he was sore all over, he had a headache, his liver hurt, his wrists ached, but mostly because he was afraid to dream.

For as long as he could remember, he dreamed about Clay and what happened that night. But after the man responsible—Ray Reynolds—had committed suicide with the rest of his congregation, the nightmares had faded.

But now, the Skeleton King had returned, this time wearing Ken Smith’s expensive threads. And then there was Jasmine. Jasmine was entrenched in this whole mess, somehow involved with the heroin ring. He had no idea how or why, but the photo he’d left on her doorstep was evidence enough for him.

After this was all over, if he managed to take care of Ken and Wesley and make it out of Colombia alive, Drake wondered if he would ever be able to see his son again. Then he questioned if that would be a good idea, for either of them.

After all, Beckett was right. Everything he touched turned to shit.

He didn't know why, but that was just his fate.

The sunrise in the jungle that morning was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. Light filtered down through the dew-covered trees, forming rainbows everywhere he looked. The jungle itself slowly came alive, as well, first with the sound of birds, and then with insects chasing the last vestiges of night away.

With the sun came the heat, and Drake took off the sweatshirt his brother had given him. He located the bag that they’d pulled their paltry meal out of the night before, and he stood with the intention of putting the sweatshirt in it. Drake stopped when he realized that his brother was also awake and that he was staring at him. Most of the war paint had worn off and, in the early morning light, Dane looked less commando and more his brother.

“What happened to you?” Drake asked instinctively. He expected his brother to ignore the question, but the man tossed him some beef jerky and then nodded.

For some reason, even though the night before this very question had been too broad, too ambiguous, it was more poignant now, and Dane knew exactly what he was referring to. And, to Drake’s surprise, he also answered.

“Suffering,” Dane said simply. He indicated the cutlass standing upright in the soil and Drake picked it up. It was surprisingly heavy, and the handle well worn. Dane gripped a nearly identical one in his own hand. “I witnessed suffering, Drake. That's what happened to me. I was too young to see the things Ray Reynolds did to his parents. It changed me. And then when I came here, I saw more things, horrible things. After that, there was no going back.”

Dane’s candidness was shocking, and Drake didn't dare interrupt. The man slung his bag over one shoulder and then started toward the treeline, swinging his cutlass pre-emptively.

“I knew about life and death, of course; I wasn’t a child,” he continued.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.