Chapter 25
Frank glanced through the car window at the passing streets of Havana. Everything here seemed touched by the sun; even the most broken down buildings have an air of majesty about them. A beautiful place for tourists, not so much for enemies of the state.
Brull tightened his grip on the wheel and turned to face Frank. “You ready for this, amigo?” Frank paused as if to ask himself the same question. He couldn’t turn back now. The question remained unanswered and hung in the air as the Toyota headed along the coastal road of San Pedro, the expanse of the wide blue sea on their right. Hued shapes of cranes and ships stood silently in the distance as they passed a group of tourists and locals boarding a ferry at one of the terminals.
Frank reviewed his documentation once again. To
