Should I Stay or Should I Go?The whole drive back to Tefía, I was consumed by speculations and ominous implications. Why had Juan Pablo Medina, the swimmer washed up on that remote beach, stashed the cash in that cave? For he must have done, surely? The logistics added up.
I had assumed the dead man was a tourist, someone unfamiliar with the treacherous current, a man with very poor knowledge of tides and most definitely not a local. Juan's nationality put a different complexion on the affair. Had he been planning on coming back for the rucksack, or did he put it in the cave for someone else to collect? Whose money was it, and where did it come from? None of it would matter quite as much were it not for the fact that his relatives trained at my gym. Did any of them know about the money? W
