Chapter 6 – Habanas
MICKEY HAD NOT BEEN in the mood to discuss business that morning before the sun was up. He told Cole to sleep it off and they’d talk the next day. Cole had the day off, so after ending the call with Mickey, he mixed up another Cuba Libre to celebrate the sunrise. By the time he’d stirred it and taken his seat, the sky had turned a lighter shade of blue and wispy clouds were backlit by the rising sun. Cole was drunk but happy, and his mind was alive with thoughts of what might lay in store.
He turned in for some sleep once the temperature started to come up. Cole guessed that in the darkness of the night, it had dropped into the low 60s and it felt clean and crisp. As the day progressed, it would end up somewhere in the upper 70s or low 80s—enough to feel hot under the
