Book3:WereMyDreamIs

asithislittlestudioapartmentthatprotectedhimfromtherainandwind?Hewasreallyfused.HesawRichardturningmbchopsonthegrill.Dropsoffatdrippingontothehotemberssizzledandhissedaingaromapermeatedtheair.

    “ItisstrawehavenotheardanythingfromDimitriyet”saidRichard.‘HehasbeenawayfromquitesometimenowandIamwwhenhewillreturn.Couldhereallybedead?”

    “Idon’tthinkheisdead”saidJamaz.“Ifit’shisturntodie,itisIwhoshoulddieinhispcebecauseIamnotafraidtodie.”

    “No,no,nobro”interruptedathirdmandressedasamonkwhowassittingcross-leggedbytheside.ItwasBig-O.“IfanyoneshoulddieinsteadofDimitriitshouldbeme.Mytwohandsaretaihtoomuchblood.Forme,deathmaybethereleaseIneedandmybestceatredemptiomedie.”Richard’smbchopwascoo