Carlos got off the phone with Donovan. He was in the office catching up with paperwork all afternoon. Wayne sat across from Carlos, picking his nose, not a care in the world. He was distant, thinking about hunting alligators. He preferred the outdoors to sitting in a hot office, waiting for Donovan to report.
Carlos updated Wayne on Steve’s movements throughout the evening.
Wayne was puzzled and asked, “Why would he go down there? Do you think he went down to Calle Ocho to find out why some gangster stabbed him?”
Carlos thought hard, rubbing his forehead. “It would make sense. We told him who stabbed him and whom he was affiliated with. He knows,” said Carlos and sighed softly.
“We have to get some rest. Let’s take the day off tomorrow. Let’s go fishing, rustle us up some gator meat.”
