Chapter 33
They drove back towards Centro Habana on Zanja, a long freeway that cut through the heart of the city taking them east to Calzada de Zapata in Vedado. There was an odd architectural mix of crumbling pillared mansions and ugly pancake stacked 1950’s high rises that housed the city’s population.
The vehicle headed into a labyrinth of Cuadras, neat one hundred metre blocks that made the grid layout straightforward to follow, street signs in the form of small stone blocks placed at every corner.
Brull nodded as he swung into yet another turning. “This one, it is Calle twenty.”
“This place is a maze,” Frank muttered as they pulled into an avenue, looking much like the others with compact, brightly painted houses nestled behind a row of palms. The car slowed and pulled over, the e
