We run back to my suite as the sky opens with a thundering downpour. I take the lead, and Saif is right behind me all the way into the double-door entryway. The two barriers to my living space help keep out any Rio wildlife, but they’re a pain in the ass when two people are trying to get out of the rain. I lightly leap over the second door’s threshold while Saif drops his stuff inside the first door. I frown at the water I’ve tracked in before I shuck off my boots and throw them into the vestibule.
“What’s going on here?” Kalvin asks, standing up from the couch. He’s been reading and hanging out all evening while I was drinking with India Dellis.