CHAPTER 29 - THE RED-HAIRED

Gentle waves of the sea, cold wind that blew through his face, and the smell of the sea salt. Ferran awoke from a deep sleep and looked around the area. He was sitting in his pickup car’s driver seat, located at the end of the pier and facing the calm sea.

He remembered what had happened to him inside the bar.

“A dream?” He asked himself. “But what am I doing here?”

He got out of his car and he felt the pain all over his body then he realized that it’s not a dream! He faced the side mirror of his car and saw his swollen wounds which he gained by beating the man with a tribal tattoo.

The big question is, how did he get to that place? He does not remember that he drove there and he also doesn’t have an idea that he needed anything in that place.

After a moment of thinking, the surroundings are getting brighter ‘coz the sun was starting to rise. Ferran chose to stay to watch the sunrise that he rarely does because he was too busy at work.

When the sun was high, something significant ent