EL PESCADOR ZURDO, by Tom Larsen(THE LEFT-HANDED FISHERMAN)
Captain Ernesto Guillén despised the heat. Carrying nearly one hundred eighty pounds on his five-feet-six-inch frame meant that a day spent in the heat and humidity of the tiny Ecuadorian fishing village of Manglaralto was a day of misery, sweat, itching and chafing.
Adding to the humiliation was his tiny office, shoehorned into a corner of the windowless concrete bunker that was the Unidad Policía Comunidad building along the E-15 highway outside of town. How Guillén missed his cool and airy office back in Cuenca. Everyone who knew him said it was his fault, and he couldn’t disagree. He had been banished to this coastal backwater after thirty-five years of service in the National Police, not for soliciting bribes, manufacturing
