12
Golfito, 2003.
In his hotel room, Rudd Baldwin was listening to the noise from the bar next door. The music and laughter kept him awake. So did his concern about his squad. A team which still wasn’t a team, no matter how hard he had tried the past few weeks.
Even though the fan on the ceiling was turning around at top speed, the heat of the night didn’t leave the room. It had been around 105 all day. During the night the temperature dropped, but hardly lower than 100. Baldwin stood up from his bed. Washed his face to cool down. The noise outside lured him to the window. There were police cars parked in front of the bar and the hotel. He looked at the ‘Big Ben’ restaurant; everything was dark there, the restaurant had closed an hour ago. The tumult seemed to be coming from ‘El Barco’.
