“That doesn’t explain why you wanted to meet me”, he claimed while uncorking the bottle.
“It’s easily said”, Avery answered.
The noise of some more footsteps echoed there, followed by the one of the jugs which were being placed next to each other. Johnny leant over the edge if the counter. He saw the two men pouring the rum into their glasses.
“Wynne caused a lot of trouble”, the old man went on and gulped down his rum. “But he was just a poor wretch. He didn’t deserve to come to that bad end.”
“Better him than us”, Bartolomeu stated.
Avery’s expression showed a mix of incredulity and resignation.
“Are you afraid of being caught?”, the Portuguese asked him.
Avery didn’t answer. He started looking around distrustfully. After a while, he added, in a barely perceptible hiss: “The matte
