Chapter 7
Teotihuacan, Present Day
Sully took the face towel he’d borrowed from the hotel and wiped the sweat off his face. “s**t! You think it would hurt to have some breeze or some gust of wind around here?” He passed the bottle of water to Josh, who sat on one of the steps of the citadel complex. Adam and Eli stood far in the distance, like dark dots. “Are they going to catch up with us?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” Josh capped the bottle and handed it back to Sully. “I think they’re just talking.”
“You okay with your dad hitting on Eli?”
Josh’s eyebrows scrunched. “He’s hitting on him? I didn’t notice.”
Sully’s eyes widened. “Oh, come on. Adam is like inches from him every second. Like he’s glued to him or something.”
“I’m okay with it,” Josh said. “Why?”
“Well, Adam’s your dad. And two,
