Chapter Six
Finding it difficult to speak, let alone make a sound, Overbury listened to a man in his mid-thirties as he offered a stream of words in Spanish to a man seated in the prefabricated office of an automobile salvage yard just off Pico.
Even without speaking the language he knew what he was hearing was less litany than a supplication directed at the completely relaxed and untroubled Ramon Medina.
The same two thugs who’d visited him at the trailer-park – plus another equally as terrifying example of the breed - had been waiting outside on the Prakash drive when he had exited after calling the wife every name in the book of invective and a few more he invented on the spot for good measure.
This after she had explained in detail exactly what their offer of help would mean to him
