Chapter 5: CozumelEVEN AT TWO IN THE morning, Cozumel was warm. A steady wind blew hard down the length of the runway, carrying with it the heat that still blossomed like an afternoon thunderstorm. From the bleached and cracked ramp where Cole and his companions stood next to the Cessna Caravan that had just brought them across the Gulf, Cole asked, “What now?”
He spoke to no one in particular as he casually dropped his sea bag to the ground.
Matt looked around, but save for a few lights perched high on poles around the airfield, the field was dark and abandoned.
Matt scanned their surroundings for a few seconds more and replied, “We wait for the Commandante, I guess.”
Cole and Harley went back to the small plane and unloaded half a dozen Pelican cases, arranging them in a row next to
