They both froze as if mesmerised by the source of the beam. They saw a flash, but neither of them heard the grenade streak through the gun-port.
*
‘In the eye of the bull — ja, das ist sehr gut!’ Pelops put his fingertips to his lips and kissed them. ‘You can send boat over now, Cesar, I will give cover with deck-gun. I know it must be Irish boy again. We get him here an’ maybe I find way to persuade him or his friends to tell us just what is going on.’
Cesar de Quesada nodded curtly to two of his henchmen standing nearby.
The swarthy Colombian was every casting director’s dream image of what a drugs lord should look like. His rugged Latin features made him many a woman’s secret passion. But he was a man with a black soul, a man consumed with a burning greed for power, regardless of co
