Chapter 6 – Bullets, Banter & Blushing at 312 km/h
All Aboard the Fastest Spanish Train Chapter 6 – Bullets, Banter & Blushing at 312 km/h The roof of the AVE felt like a runway for insanity. Salty and Candle of Spices circled each other, boots scraping, the wind making their trench coats flap like they’d both entered some high-speed fashion show. “You’ve got style, I’ll give you that,” Salty shouted over the roar. Candle smirked. “You’ve got bad breath. Too much garlic?” “Mate, in Spain that’s just foreplay.” They clashed — Candle swinging his spice grinder like a sledgehammer, Salty ducking low, feeling the wind threaten to pluck him clean off the train. Somewhere below, a startled passenger snapped a selfie, capturing them mid-brawl through the panoramic roof window. Inside the dining car, Sarah faced Ron Beefmaster, who stood with the calm menace of a man who never spilled his martini. “Put the gun down,” Sarah said, slowly moving toward him. Ron’s smile widened. “And miss the chance to have you at my table? I’v...