Beyond the road was a small brick walkway with a handful of fountains and benches that lined each side. Once they were standing by the concrete wharf, Cole pressed Tony again.
“Tell me the truth, Tony. What are you doing here?”
Tony hesitated and looked out at the fleet of small fishing boats and pleasure craft that were tied up to the finger piers. He took a long breath, which did nothing but reaffirm Cole’s fears that something was wrong.
“There’s something going on down in Mexico, and your name came up as someone that might be able to help.”
Cole thought about Mexico for a few seconds then pivoted to look back at the cafés. He looked back at the suits, who were still seated around a small table with coffee cups in their hands. Two were just a few years older than Cole, and a third w
