Uncomfortable, angry, and somewhat scared, I tried to ignore the obvious smell of cigarette smoke emanating from one of those guys, the tallest and thinnest one, whose face quickly revealed him as a thug. I could hardly believe that my father had gotten involved with those kinds of people; I mean, my father could be a jerk, a terrible father, but a criminal?
Certainly, I didn't expect it; it wasn't like him, a man who boasted of belonging to the upper crust, the elite of the city, and, of course, one of the few millionaires in the country. If someone had told me that my father was involved in shady business, I might have believed it, but to say he had friends like these, I would have laughed and been surprised by such an accusation, since my father was too proud and pretentious to allow h
