The trip of a lifetime could be murder…

When Dante’s best friend Asmir offers to pay for them both to take a bus trip around New Zealand, he leaps at the opportunity. He needs to get away from it all for a while; the recent loss of his uncle, the end of his relationship, even his uni course.

But as they set off on their scenic adventure, Dante and Asmir quickly realise that their trip might not be quite as relaxing as they had first thought. The bus is full, the trip long and the mix of different personalities could be deadly. When events take a sinister turn, Dante and Asmir begin to wonder if they’ll make it back home…alive.

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The Seventeen

The Number 8

Joel Arcanjo

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JOEL ARCANJO

was born in London, raised in Portugal until the age of five and then moved to Devon. At eleven, whilst on a rugby scholarship to a South African boarding school, he was an eye-witness to a violent armed robbery. He has been an avid reader of anything crime-related ever since. Whilst attending boarding school in West Sussex he particularly enjoyed sport, drama and creative writing. Since his gap year working at a school in Adelaide, Australia, he has been studying Criminology with Applied Psychology at the University of Aberystwyth. He wrote his first book in the summer of his second year at University. Graduating shortly, he hopes to pursue a career in crime writing.

For my fellow passengers on the Funky Chicken Kiwi Experience Bus Tour Jan, 2011.

Contents

Cover

Blurb

Book List

Title Page

Copyright

Author Bio

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Seven

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Prologue

The barrister stood on the steps of the Old Bailey, London’s most famous court, ready to address the nation. He was nervous. He hadn’t spoken in front of this many people outside of a courtroom. In there, it was his domain. He was used to murder trials. He was confident, charismatic and incredibly calm. Out here, in front of the nation’s media, it was a different story.

His tongue was sticking to the roof of his mouth and water didn’t help. A bead of sweat threatened to fall down his already shiny forehead, but he wiped it away without anyone noticing. He had been stood in front of the microphones for two minutes already, but he hadn’t spoken. The man next to him, a PR specialist, was tasked with introducing him. He listened to the man’s words. The barrister had an impressive list of accomplishments.

He was up. He took a step forward and took a deep breath.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the press. I stand here proud. Proud to tell you that a judge and a jury of your peers have found my clients ‘not guilty’. ”

He paused for applause and he was right to, the applause was deafening. People cheered and whistled. It went on for about a minute before he raised his arm for silence.

“This verdict is not only important for my clients, but it’s important for our country. We will not stand for…” But that was all he got out because somewhere in the crowd somebody was ready to have their sixty seconds of fame.

“Judas! You should be ashamed of yourself for defending murderers every day of your life. You know they did it!”

The PR man intervened. “Security. Remove that individual!”

For a split second the lawyer felt the familiar pang of guilt. But, as he had done for years, he quickly nipped it in the bud. Guilty or not, a win was a win and this time he had won big. This was the platform his career would be built on. He was already successful by most people’s standards but this case would propel him to the next level and he was ready for it.

Pandemonium broke out. Cameras whirred. Security dragged the individual away kicking and screaming incomprehensible words. But there was one sentence he could make out and for the first time in all his years as a lawyer, he was scared.

“Bastard. You’ve taken everything from me. I won’t stop until I’ve taken everything from you!”

Chapter 1

“Oh, will you just relax!” Asmir Nankin shouted at his friend as they sat at a bar in Auckland, New Zealand.

Dante Darion was slumped in a corner frowning and feeling sorry for himself.

“We’re here now, stop being a baby,” Asmir continued.

Dante dragged himself into an upright position and feigned a smile.

“Better?” he said sarcastically.

“It happened. You know you messed up, you can do better next year,” Asmir said and threw his hand up in the air. This caught the waitresses’ eye and she strode over to him smiling.

“We’ll have another bottle of Dom Pérignon. My friend here needs a bit of a pick-me-up,” he said gesturing towards Dante. “Here’s a little something for you too.”

He made a point of taking out a large roll of crisp bills and counting out two hundred New Zealand dollars very slowly before handing it over to the wide-eyed waitress. He had been doing this kind of thing to each of the female waitresses all evening.

“Thank you…so much,” she stuttered as she placed the obscenely large tip into her back pocket.

Dante rolled his eyes, “Really?! That’s the third tip you’ve given out. One of the girls wasn’t even serving us!”

“But she was beautiful though. Right?” Asmir grinned.

“You do realize that you just gave her one hundred pounds?”

Asmir flapped the air in front of his face. “So what? We’re on holiday. I can splash out a little bit.”

“A little bit would be getting a couple of extra sides or an extra bottle of wine, not tipping every girl that smiles at you.”

“You say potato and I say tomato.”

“That’s so wrong, I can’t even…”

Asmir interrupted him mid-sentence. “I’m making it my mission to get you out of this funk this holiday. So you bombed this year at Uni, there’s always next year. You broke up with your girlfriend. There’s plenty more fish in the sea. Plus, she was awful, D. You know I never liked her.”

Dante sank into his chair. “I liked her though…”

“She wasn’t good for you, man. As for the bad grades, I know that’s not what you’re used to, but it happened. You either get over it or let it drag you down.”

“The second option,” Dante said, sinking even lower in his chair.

“I get why you are so broken up about your Uncle, man. The guy was awesome, but the other two things? They’re minor.”

Dante’s Uncle had died over the summer while everything else had been happening. It had been three months and he still felt a tightness in his throat whenever he thought about it. Asmir saw this and quickly intervened.

“No, this is not happening. I’m not letting you sulk this whole holiday. Where’s that girl with my champagne?” Asmir swiveled from left to right trying to catch a glimpse of her in the crowd.

“You know, you should probably wait for someone to bring you your order before you tip them. It gives them incentive to do a good job. That girl is probably telling her friends right now about this young, rich, Indian guy who tipped her two hundred dollars right now.”

“You think I look Indian?”

“You definitely don’t look Russian. You could pass for Iranian, but I would still say Indian.”

“Yeah. Well I know I don’t look Russian. Now Dad looks Russian and Mum looks like she’s from the Middle East, but how can that create an Indian-looking guy?”

Dante raised his hands as if to say “Don’t ask me.”

He took another beat and then said, “Hey.” But Asmir was preoccupied with his search for the missing waitress.

“Hey!” he said a little louder.

This time Asmir heard him.

“I just wanted to say thanks for this trip.”

“Don’t thank me yet, mate.”

“I know, I know, but I really appreciate this. I couldn’t afford this trip on my own…”

“Stop, D. I’ve got it, I understand.”

Dante nodded and left it at that. Asmir hated to talk about money, but he loved flashing it. His family was incredibly wealthy. His father was a partner at a well-renowned legal firm and his mother was from Iranian oil money. Asmir had paid for this trip out of his own pocket and despite his current mood, Dante was grateful.

“I bet you a new girl comes out with the champagne,” Dante said glancing around the bar.

“Why?”

“If she’s smart she’s gone to tell her friends there’s a big tipper and he’s waiting for his bottle. New girl comes out with the Dom and gets the same tip.”

“Pff, yeah right.”

Sure enough, two minutes later a new girl came to the table with Asmir’s champagne and a look that told Dante that she knew all about “the money at table four”.

Asmir reluctantly tipped her the same as her friend and looked at Dante who was wearing an “I told you so” smile.

“And that, my friend, is why you tip afterwards.”

Chapter 2

“Here it is!” Asmir yelled as a large, white and green bus pulled into the Auckland bus station. On the front someone had painted a large number eight.

“Not so loud,” Dante winced. He was wearing sunglasses to protect his eyes from the blazing sun. It was early morning, but the sun was already fierce. They had both drunk way too much the previous night but the difference was, Asmir was used to it, Dante was not. He was feeling the full effects of his bad decisions this morning.

Dante groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose where it met his forehead, hoping it would halt the endless throbbing. It didn’t.

“Help me with this, would you?” Asmir puffed as he dragged one of his two massive suitcases towards the trunk.

“Why would you bring two suitcases and a carry-on? I’m pretty sure they expressly said you could only have one,” Dante groaned as he forced himself upright.

“They did,” Asmir admitted.

“And?”

“I didn’t listen.”

“You’re gonna try and pay someone off aren’t you?”

“It’s sorted, mate. You know me,” Asmir laughed.

The bus driver came out to give them a hand.

“Hey, I’m Asmir. Are you with us for the trip?” he said shaking the guy’s hand.

“No, just dropping the bus off. Someone else will be along in a little while. You guys are pretty early,” the driver said, a little surprised.

Dante didn’t say anything. Instead he pointed an accusatory finger at his best friend.

“I didn’t want to miss this trip. We both need this. And I figure that if we’re early now, we have some leeway later when we’re late.”

“Because you will be late.”

“Yup,” he said almost boasting.

“Jump on, guys. It’s a while before you leave so you have some time to get some snacks or take a nap before the rest arrive.”

They thanked him for his help and climbed the stairs to see their home for the next three weeks. Inside it was a lot roomier than it looked from the outside. The chairs were red and thankfully not leather. In this heat, sitting on leather would’ve been unpleasant to say the least. Instead it was a high wool content moquette fabric and it was soft.

Dante crumpled into a corner seat right at the back. Asmir had decided to try every seat to determine which was the most comfortable.

“I can deal with this,” Dante said as he tried to find a comfortable position.

Asmir didn’t speak until he had tried every seat and was sat in the seat next to Dante.

“It’s between that one, that one and that one,” he said pointing to three chairs further forward.

“You’re gonna end up sitting in the seat right next to me and you know it, save yourself some time.”

Asmir shrugged. He knew Dante was right so he got comfortable.

But minutes later, the other passengers began to board. As he always did, Asmir threw himself into the crowd and began to get everyone talking.

“D, get in here,” he said beckoning Dante over.

Reluctantly Dante unwound himself from his comfortable corner and slowly made it towards the group who were congregating on the seats near the front.

“Marco, this is Dante. Dante, Marco,” Asmir smiled as he moved aside to reveal a small, pale, bespectacled guy that looked like he was having a nervous breakdown just being in this group.

“Hey, how you doing?” Dante asked politely.

“Good, thank you. You?” he replied, his voice deeper than Dante had imagined.

They chatted politely for a little while. Mainly small talk, nothing too personal or deep. Marco was also from the UK. He was in his third year at Cambridge University studying Physics and he was only twenty. A real wunderkind. It seemed Marco hadn’t come with anyone, his reason for the trip was purely academic. He wanted to see and experience New Zealand, the sights, the culture and on top of that, he was a huge Lord of the Rings fan.

Asmir walked over to him, his arm wrapped around the shoulders of a smaller guy. Small, but quite menacing looking. Tattoos all down his right arm and an eyelid piercing. He had minute, beady eyes that were fixed on Dante. A shaved head with the pattern of a triangle shaved into the left hand side, but it was poorly done. It ended up looking like more of a circle. On top of that he had a thick untamed mat of facial hair like someone you would cross the street through heavy traffic to avoid.

“Dante, this is Viktor. He’s from near us,” Asmir explained.

“Oh yeah. Where?” Dante asked.

His voice came through a lot higher than expected for such a big guy. Dante had to hold back a laugh. “Favingham, just moved there recently.”

Asmir looked at him meaningfully as if to say, “I know, right?” Instead, he said, “Isn’t that weird, D? He’s from right down the road!”

“Yeah, bit of a hole, right?” he chuckled turning towards another guy.

“Right,” boomed a voice through the crowd. A large figure brushed Marco aside and joined their circle. He was colossal but Dante was more focused on the fact that he looked like Viktor if Viktor was stretched about twelve inches. He was about 6’5, same horrendous hairstyle and matching eye piercing. His arms were much bigger, like the thickest part of a python. He seemed older, but by how much, Dante had no idea. He was basically Viktor’s sidekick and for whatever reason, James also known as “Diesel”, was fine with that.

By this point, almost everyone had arrived. The last two on the bus were the most interesting to Dante. He didn’t need Asmir to introduce him to these two.

“You know I’ve got a hat just like that, but it looks a hell of a lot better on you. I’m Dante by the way,” he said in an attempt to break the ice.

They both laughed. “Oh really?” the dark-haired one said. “It’s good to meet you, Dante. I’m Annie and this is my friend Becki.”

Her friend was shorter than her with long, blonde hair. She had a crooked smile and her nose crinkled when she laughed. But Annie was more his type. Fairly tall, chestnut brown hair that just touched her shoulders. She had a kind smile and a sort of innocence which for some reason he found endearing. Both were naturally tanned because they had been there for two weeks already and the weather had been kind to them.

“So you guys are from England?”

“Yeah, just outside London actually. But I don’t want to think about home right now. Work was getting crazy before we came here. We’re here to cut lose for a few weeks,” Annie said sliding her bag under her seat.

“You mean Uni?” Dante asked.

“No, we own our own fashion line. We had a gap in our schedule so we left our CFO in charge. You at Uni then?”

“Yeah, Canwell. But that’s not as impressive as owning my own fashion line. How old are you guys?” Before he’d even finished the sentence he knew he’d made a faux pas. His Mum had always told him to never ask a woman her age. If she wants you to know, she’ll volunteer it.

Mortified he quickly tried to repair the damage. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…”

But Becki interrupted him. “Relax, Dante. I’m nineteen and she’s twenty-one.” She had a husky, gravelly voice like she’d been smoking for twenty years. He liked it.

But before Dante could say another word a stumpy, hazel-haired woman popped up at the front and coughed into the loudspeaker.

“Hey guys. My name is Mel Brown and I will be your guide for the duration of your trip.” A cheer went up. She smiled and blushed a little. “Welcome to the Pleasant Pheasant, everyone. I will do my best to make your trip with us three weeks of awesome.” There were a few giggles. She was obviously nervous and her Kiwi accent made the phrase sound even funnier.

“It will be a few hours until we get to our next destination so make yourself comfortable and enjoy the ride.”

Someone from the back shouted out, “Where are we going first?”

She smiled grudgingly as if to say, “You should have read the program,” but she had to be on this bus with a mob of youngsters for the next few weeks. She had to make a good impression or the rest of the trip would be torture for her. She simply replied, “Hot Water Beach.”

Dante shuffled sideways back to his seat and squeezed past Asmir to the safety of his corner.

“Az, what the hell is a ‘Pleasant Pheasant’?”

Chapter 3

“Oh, so you’re a convict then, are ya?” This line and the commotion that came after it was what threw Dante out of his peaceful sleep.

“Shut your face, Viktor!” screamed a guy who he hadn’t met yet. He had dirty blond hair and a slightly darker beard. Dante could tell by his accent that he was Australian.

“What’s Carl saying?” Viktor mocked, turning towards James for a reaction. James obliged him.

“Something about shrimps and barbecues, I reckon,” James chuckled.

“Ignorant idiots!” Carl flew at Viktor and landed a couple of blows to the side of his head before anybody could intervene. James then threw out a huge tattooed arm and grabbed Carl tightly by the shoulder.

“I don’t like hurting people, but I will hurt you if you make another move,” he said menacingly, his eyes fixed on Carl.

Dante could see Carl weighing up his options and realizing pretty quickly that James had size and reach on him so he backed down, still glaring at Viktor who was grinning smugly from behind James’ gigantic left shoulder.

Mel had seen this and decided to stamp this kind of behavior out early. She called them both up to the front and spoke quietly enough that she wouldn’t be embarrassing them, but sternly enough to ensure it never happened again. Dante only heard one sentence of the lecture, but one sentence was enough in this circumstance.

“If this happens again, pack your bags, your tour’s over. Understood?”

They both nodded.

An eventful morning, Dante thought to himself.

Dante looked out the window and was hit by the bright sunlight. He raised his hand to block it as best he could. It was obvious they were coming close to the coast. Seagulls circled above and the salty scent of the ocean drifted in through the open window. Dante loved the ocean. He had lived there for years in his childhood. His cousins had been close by. Every day after school they would head over to the dunes just around the headland and roll down them, run down them, whatever they felt like on the day. He remembered how he had just sat there, after they had all gone home and stared at the sea. Rain or shine, he cherished that moment. But he could safely assume that he wouldn’t get that kind of time to himself for a while. Especially with Asmir around.

He turned to Asmir, “Hey. Thanks again man for getting me to come on this trip. I needed this.”

Asmir beamed at him and slapped him on his back. “We’re gonna have a good time. I’ll make sure of that.”

Dante laughed. If there was one thing that Asmir was good at, it was ensuring he had a good time. He couldn’t finish an assignment on time but he could take you on the night of your life.

Mel stood up at the front as he knew she would and announced, “Wipe your eyes and stretch those thighs, we’re here!”

There was a collective cheer which ended up more like a collective groan. Half the bus had been asleep and had not taken kindly to Mel on the loudspeaker.

This was it then. The start of the trip of a lifetime. It would be unforgettable.

Chapter 4

“Do you need help down there, mate?” came a voice from behind him.

“Erm… No… No thanks, I’m fine,” Dante mumbled as he tried to get himself together.

They were at Hot Water Beach and Dante had been the last to disembark. In his haste to catch up with the rest of the group he had rushed down the stairs, tripped and fallen flat on his face. He felt the sand beneath him, hot on his skin from a full day of sun. He must’ve been on the ground a second or two before instinct kicked in and he thrust himself to his feet with ease. As he brushed the sand off his face and clothes he turned towards the kind soul that had offered his help. It was the bus driver.

“Kid. Watch your step next time. Lucky it was only me that was here to see that. I’ve seen the same happen to other kids and they were legends for the rest of the trip,” then, just to rub it in he added, “in a bad kinda way.”

His physique was not what Dante had come to expect of bus drivers. Muscular, but not tall. He was sat on the edge of his seat facing the doorway so Dante couldn’t be sure but his height must’ve been around 5’10. His salt and pepper hair was neat and combed to the right. He was clean shaven and seemed fairly upbeat. He must have been in his late forties and he had something about him that drew Dante in.

“Thanks for the warning, Mr…” Dante said, walking back towards the driver.

“Mr nothing. Call me Ben.”

“OK, Ben. How long have you been driving these tour buses then?”

“A few years now. Mostly this route. It never gets old.”

“So I guess you aren’t from here originally?”

“No, lived in England for most of my life but…I much prefer it here.”

Dante was sure he heard his voice crack a little but didn’t push it any further.

“Where do you live now then?” Dante asked.

“Here and there. Most of the year I’m driving these tours so I don’t really get a chance to settle down.”

“Did your family move out here with you?”

“What is this, twenty questions?” He smiled, then quickly changed the subject. “I wouldn’t miss out on the beach if I were you. Some pretty amazing views down there and after your little…accident,” he smirked, “you need a swim to clean yourself up.”

Then, before Dante had a chance to respond, he used a lever by his foot to close the doors.

Rude, Dante thought.

Dante got the hint and made his way down the sandy path. He had a strange feeling about this driver. He wasn’t your average bus driver and he clearly hadn’t taken this job to make any friends. But then again, Dante had gotten a little personal pretty quickly. If someone had asked him certain questions he would be taken aback. He wasn’t in the habit of telling strangers his personal business.

Everyone has secrets, Dante, he thought.

But Dante was here to do, not to think, so he wandered off.

Chapter 5

He felt the sun caressing his skin as he edged along the path. New Zealand had had a warm winter and Dante was lucky enough to be there for the start of spring. A magical time of year. But while the days may be warm, the nights would not. About halfway down to the beach, it got too sandy for his shoes to be effective, so he took them off and carried them under his arm. The sand was a comfortable temperature but he had to skip the first few steps so his feet could adjust. He could abide dry sand but loathed it wet. It had no business getting into the cracks and crevices it found its way into.

He rounded the last corner and was met with a view that he had been hoping for since he left England. People playing volleyball, others swimming and catching the waves. Asmir was with a group who were relaxing in what looked like holes in the sand that they had dug with spades. The sea, the sand, the sun. It was perfect. He hoped there would be more of this to come.

Asmir was lying on his back with his shades on in a hole that was way too small for him.

“Typical. Look at everyone else’s hole. Deep and long enough to fit them in comfortably. Look at yours, shallow and half your size. You may as well be sitting on the sand.”

Asmir cooly pushed his shades down his rather large nose and said, “Wanna come in?”

Dante sighed and grabbed a spade that someone no longer needed and began to dig his hole. Deeper and longer than anyone else’s. It took him a while but it was worth it. He sank into the deep pool of warm water and exhaled loudly.

“Amazing isn’t it?” Annie asked from just over his left shoulder.

Dante was so relaxed that he couldn’t even verbalize a reply. He just paired a grunt with a thumbs-up gesture.

He only had a few minutes to himself before Asmir got sick of pretending that his hole was adequate and rolled into his. A wrestling match ensued that dragged in a crowd. They exaggerated pro wrestling moves that they had seen on TV and got roars of laughter from an adoring public. Annie and Becki even picked sides. Annie had backed him, Becki had gone for Asmir.

“Dante, you’ve got this!” Annie cheered from the side.

“I think I backed the wrong guy,” Becki jeered, trying to get a reaction from Asmir. And she did. He stepped up his game.

After a few minutes they got tired and lay back in the pool that was about as big as a hot tub and let the sun hit their faces. The crowd dispersed and neither of them spoke for a while. They were still getting used to the fact that a few days before they had been in rainy England and life, at least for him, had sucked.

Then out of the blue, Asmir spoke. “I told you you would like it here. It’s exactly what you need.”

It was.

A few minutes later Mel walked up and announced that they could take surfing lessons for a small fee and that they would be starting soon. He was too relaxed to even contemplate surfing at this point. He loved to surf and was very competent but the waves weren’t brilliant and he had other plans for his money on this trip. But he didn’t try to explain that to Asmir because he knew he would offer to pay for it, so he just told him that he was too relaxed and was a little jet-lagged. A white lie.

He managed to motivate himself sufficiently to make a sand pillow so that he could watch the people who were taking part and, more importantly, watch Asmir make a fool of himself.

He watched as one instructor took the beginners and another took the advanced group. Of course Asmir went with the advanced. He had never surfed a day in his life and while his instructor was getting their equipment ready he was keeping an eye on the beginners group. It was smart really. Get the basics without the long arduous talk that comes with it. It would become evident to the instructor within the first couple of waves that he had no idea what he was doing. But the chances of him being sent back in when he was already that far out were not high, so it was a risk worth taking.

“He’s never been before, has he?” Becki asked pointing out past the breakers at Asmir.

“Of course not. I mean…look at that,” Dante chuckled as he watched Asmir paddle furiously but once again miss the wave.

Annie dropped into his pool and made herself a sand pillow to match Dante’s before adding, “His timing’s all wrong. He waits until the last second before paddling. That works in some places, but not on a break like this.”

This made Dante look over at her in admiration.

“You surf?” he asked.

“A little bit, here and there,” she grinned without looking back at him. He knew what this meant. What she was really saying was, “Yes, I surf and I’m probably a hell of a lot better than you.”

“Favorite place to surf?” Dante asked.

“Hawaii, for sure. But I know Becki loves…” She paused, waiting for her friend to end the sentence.

“Fiji, no doubt,” Becki added.

This sent each into their own daydream about their perfect wave. The feel of the water underneath them as they paddled their hearts out not knowing whether it would be for nought, the moment they knew they were dropping in, the feeling of being perfectly balanced as they shifted their weight from side to side and the invincibility. That was what dragged Dante back each time. The feeling that nothing, not even Poseidon himself, could stop him from riding this wave until it’s last ripple.

“Oi, snap out of it, we’re leaving.” Asmir was standing over him dripping water on his face.

“What happened? Where is everyone?” Dante said, wiping his eyes.

“Over there, let’s go,” Asmir said and began walking towards the path.

“Did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah, mate, look at your hands, you look like an old man!” He laughed as he picked up the pace.

Dante glanced at his hands and Asmir was right. He’d fallen asleep in the warm water and his hands were evidence. All wrinkled and pale.

They rounded the corner and Dante saw the rest of the passengers climbing aboard the bus, then spotted that Asmir was heading in a different direction.

“Az, where you going?”

“Cut my leg. Mel’s taking me to the local hospital to get it sewn up.”

“Let’s see.”

Asmir turned and raised his leg, “It’s just a graze. She’s being dramatic. I think it’s her first tour. She’s being extra careful.”

It wasn’t just a graze, but it wasn’t severe either.

“Are you there for the night?”

“Hell no. I’ll be back at the hostel tonight, save some food for me!”

With that he turned and hobbled over to a waiting taxi and was gone.

“Oi, kid, let’s go!” Ben was leaning out the door glaring at him.

“Coming!

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