CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
7:45 a.m.
Key Biscayne
Miami, Florida
It was way more house than they needed.
It had belonged to a Colombian cocaine trafficker named Ramon “El Malo” Figueroa-Reyes. El Malo meant “The Bad One.” El Malo’s career had ended abruptly, and his former house—Pierre’s people had rented it from a very discreet leasing agency through an intermediary—had some eccentric design flourishes.
Outside, on the entry walkway just before the front stairs, was a three-times-life-size bronze sculpture of El Malo himself with two Doberman Pinschers off their leashes and on the alert. The in-ground pool no longer functioned because El Malo had filled it with salt water—then repeatedly set sharks loose inside of it. The sharks had all died and the pool’s maintenance systems had become en
