Darzul made it back to Mendoza’s special bedroom before the fat man awoke. The sleeping spell had worked even better than he’d hoped. When the drug baron woke, he looked at once for Rena. “s**t, where did sh-he go? I wanted to see some more of it, do some more.”
“I don’t know,” Darzul admitted. “We all had quite a time. Guess we were worn out. I just woke up, too, and sh-he wasn’t here. Maybe we scared her—or him—off.”
Mendoza gave a lewd chuckle. “I wouldn’t think that’s possible, but with las putas, even the highest class of ‘em, you never know. What do you call something like that, anyway? Not a man or a woman, but both at once. Go check and find out if it’s still hanging around. Most of the guests have probably left. f**k, it’s morning. I never meant to sleep that long.”
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