Chapter 70

That was so true. Mirko wasn’t the only one hungry; I was also missing something in my stomach. And I was thirsty. But you couldn’t ask for everything in life; I think if I had only had something to chew, I would have been happy. Nika spoke then:

“Rex, is that one you have my brother’s backpack?”

“It reeks of him, so I guess it’s his,” Agent Aguilera agreed.

“Give it to me,” the German woman asked, and Rex took the backpack off his shoulders to throw it to his companion. She caught it with one hand, came up to us, and crouched down next to Ivan. She didn’t let go of the rifle for a single moment while she rummaged with one hand, jumping from one pocket to another in the multitude of pockets of the backpack. “Where the hell did he put it? Ah, here it is.” When she found it, she took out a Ziploc bag that contained a few pieces of something very dark brown and handed it to Mirko. “My brother likes Swiss chocolate, he always carries some. It’s sugar, good for every wo