Chapter 7 – Large Lads, Old Flames & Full Throttle
All Aboard the Fastest Spanish Train Chapter 7 – Large Lads, Old Flames & Full Throttle The dining car was seconds from becoming a crime scene. Ron Beefmaster’s pistol gleamed, Salty stood ready, and Sarah’s hand hovered near the butter knife like she was about to make the most dangerous tapas plate in Spain. Then the doors at the far end slammed open — Ye Olde Large Lad stormed in like a runaway bull, wielding a silver tray stacked with paella. “Salty!” he boomed. “Move your skinny backside, I’m coming through!” He didn’t so much walk as bulldoze , slamming into Ron’s shoulder and sending the pistol clattering across the floor. Sarah kicked it under a table before Ron could grab it. “About time, Large Lad,” Salty said. “Had to finish me churros first,” Large Lad replied, utterly serious. From the corner of the carriage, a voice Salty hadn’t heard in years purred, “Fancy meeting you here.” Salty turned. McFinleyyy. The Irish wildcard, sharp suit, eyes twinkling ...