A couple of minutes later we raised our glasses. “To our vacation!” The way her shirt fell on her body I could see her breasts standing proud. I l...ost myself in that moment.“Should we go and see the Montjuic?” Rebecca asked me. The castle on top of Montjuic is one of the must-see attractions with amazing views to the city of Barcelona.As we were walking down the street I took the camera to film a few shots. Barcelona at it’s very best-the beautiful and buzzing La Rambla. She was walking in front. Dark fur and a bit of blood sticks to the bumper. “Dad’s gonna be pissed,” he says coldly. “Sparta’s ten years old. He’s not going to take this lightly.” “We can clean the truck, tell him Sparta got loose. It was a freak accident with poachers.” “We’re not going to lie to Dad, Eli.” Mal squares his shoulders and looks at me with the saddest of eyes. I know we’re going to lie. Mal knows too. I’m too much of a coward to own up to my shit, and Mal…I think back to a few years ago. Fourteen years. She shook her head and she took deep breaths; in all my use of the zapper I had never seen or expected the ladies to fight the inevitable so badly. I guess, I knew it was a certainty that I would be screwing her over the bar within a handful of minutes; she didn't. I stared at her darker skin and pained grimace, her anguish evident. I felt a pang of guilt, but stepped onto the bar and stood behind her. "I can't," she begged and gulped."Look around you," I muttered as a tear rolled from her. ”Ignoring his question, “And what about the true perpetrators? Why aren’t they in custody? Who and where are they?”“Colonel, I’m not sure they were in town earlier and have disappeared since then. But the women aren’t talking, and the boy can’t.”“Sheriff, you are trying my patience. Either you have suspects, or you don’t. Which is it?”“Well, and remember, I have no proof I think it might have been Billy Jackson and his bunch.”Before he could continue, the Colonel turned and walked out of the.