Epilogue
“Long way down, bro.”
“Damn long, dude.”
Chad stared over the edge of the Las Lajas bridge at the river rushing so far below.
“Woulda died for sure,” Duane declared.
“I dunno. Maybe that spot there?” Chad pointed at the hole of an eddy current far below.
“Nah, fish bait. But might be some good fishing down there.”
“We could try later.”
Duane slapped him hard enough on the back that Chad would have found out just how deep that hole was if the balustrade had been a few inches lower.
“Chad, got news for you. Wedding is one thing. Wedding night s*x is another.”
“I already know what to expect there.”
“You haven’t a clue, dude. Tell me that again tomorrow.”
Chad eyed the Las Lajas Sanctuary speculatively.
Somewhere inside there, two women were getting dressed up in wedding
