Drake thought that the sunset in the Colombian jungle was the most beautiful that he would ever see.
He was wrong.
Watching the sun bow its glowing head in the Virgin Gorda trumped that one by a large margin. The light reflecting off the ocean was like a blanket made of velvet color. It was so entrancing that he sunk into his chair, transfixed by its entire descent.
Even after the sun was gone, Drake watched the moon take its place, casting its blue shards of ethereal light down on the world. After a while, it became to difficult to discern reality from reflection.
It was as if his world had once again been flipped upside down.
“Mr. Drake, sir?”
Drake wiped the tears from his eyes.
“Yeah, Kevin? What's up?”
“I was wondering if you'd like some to drink?”
Drake turned to look at the man, but he didn't see Kevin the bartender. Instead, he saw a younger version of Dane. His brother’s features were full of hope and desire and aspiration, as most young people's faces are.
It was his brother’s face before that fateful summer at Ray Reynolds farm.
It was his face before the suffering had begun.
“Drake? Are you okay?”
Dane Drake's face vanished.
“Yeah, I don’t know,” he said softly. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay.”
“I'm sorry… is there anything I can do?”
Drake turned his eyes away from Kevin and back to the ocean and the reflected moon.
“Yeah, I think there is something you can do. I think I’ll have a drink. You have any Johnny Blue?”
END
Author’s Note
This is the end; the end of Drake’s journey into his soul.
I love Drake and I hope that one day he will return to New York City. Because even though Ken Smith and ANGUIS Holdings are gone, New York is a big city with big city problems. And it can use a man like Drake. A man who tries his best to do right, a man who is relentless, determined, and unforgiving. He’s not perfect—far from it—but who is?
I love Drake, and I hope you love him, too.
Best,
Patrick
Montreal, 2019
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents in this book are either entirely imaginary or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or of places, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © Patrick Logan 2019
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First Edition: January 2019
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