Chapter 13
John slept soundly in his hotel bed. The mattress was softer than he’d expected and the sheets were thin but warm. He lay peacefully resting, enjoying a piece of tranquility almost foreign to his being. If he were able to see the small smile spread across his lips, he’d sheepishly think it looked stupid.
It had been a successful operation so far. After the hiccup of almost being killed by the taxi driver, things had more or less gone smoothly. There were other worries, to be sure. The kill switch was still active, and John would have to make sure he continued to tread lightly as he investigated the safe behind the Mayan calendar. He still had to smuggle Pablo out to the safe house for an interrogation, and not get himself or Marcela killed in the process. But those were just r
