Chapter 4: Appetite
2787 Gator Drive had a sprawling driveway constructed out of seashells. The beachfront estate was called La Selva, which meant The Jungle in Spanish. Three bright-white stucco balconies overlooked the Gulf. Projecting downspouts hung from the house’s flat roof. A loggias wrapped around the right side of the edifice. Palm, willow, and eucalyptus trees decorated the property. A fenced-in pit of massive gators was to the far right. In the distance, peeking through the high palms was a giraffe. An elephant sounded in the distance. An ostrich walked around the left side of the house and greeted me. Its beady eyes suggested betrayal, not that I cared. Domestic cats of different hues were sprawled on the front verandah.
Amazon Don met me in the drive, pushing Brutash, his pi
