Domenico

The day of Moreno’s arrival crept up on Domenico all too quickly. Like a giant spider that you ignored, not knowing of all the eggs it was carrying on its back. Now they were all hatching, and the black cloud of hairy legs was rushing all over Domenico’s back. Despite his best efforts, he had not managed to get much closer to Toro, and with the Morenos about to arrive later that day, Domenico was considering a change of plans. There was still a few hours left until evening, until their flimsy cover could be blown.