When Cam arrived at the Carlos’ coffee shop there was no one there that she recognized. She sat down at a table near the door. She didn’t like it. She was suspicious as she looked around. There was one table of men drinking coffee, smoking cigars and cigarettes, and carrying on a conversation about flooding in the southern part of the country. They looked familiar. Had she seen them at the compound last weekend?
Other than that, there was no one else. There wasn’t even a bartender this time.
Then Tomas emerged from the back room. He came over and sat down across from her.
“Good evening, Señora Stuard. Señor Salavado has been waiting for you. If you’ll give me your gun, I’ll bring you back to him.”
Cam laughed. “Still don’t trust me?” she asked.
“Señor Salavado hopes you will understan
