Chapter 9
The hotel they had chosen to meet sported a roof terrace veranda, small round tables, and chairs situated for customers. A hand-painted wooden sign hung on the plaster wall saying ‘solo clientes’ to dissuade any street urchins or tired tourists. They had a stunning view of all three of Antigua’s volcanoes: Volcán de Agua, the ‘Volcano of Water’; Volcán de Fuego, the ‘Volcano of Fire’; and Acatenango, translating roughly as ‘wall of reeds’ or ‘reeds of corn’. Marcela watched her coffee swirl before carefully putting the cup down on the table where John sat. She eased into the chair across from him. She didn’t say anything for a while, and he tried to enjoy the peace.
They were both wearing basic disguises, John sporting a mustache, sunglasses, sun hat, and flowered shirt; Marcel
