I thought of the boat to Mexico walking down the street with the black backpack. I needed to buy more time. I started down along the streets occasionally looking over my shoulder. Marcus is probably in Havana but I am still ahead. He will have men sent to the port as well as the airport with a detailed description of what I look like. I have to get out of this city.
What do I do if Marcus does find me? Is he actually going to kill me? I think to myself and find myself stopping my steps and leaning my back against the alleyway with Cuban music thundering in the background. A tear falls down my face and I can’t help but think this was all a really bad idea that I will regret.
I don’t want Marcus to think that I betrayed him if he finds me but that is exactly what he is going to thin
