CHAPTER FIFTY TWO
February 1
9:15 a.m. Western Europe Time (4:15 a.m. Eastern Standard Time)
Nerja, Andalusia
Costa del Sol, Spain
“Más café?” the waiter, a dark black African, asked.
More coffee?
“Sí, un poco más.”
Yes, a little more.
Gregorio Fuentes sat at an outdoor table with a red checkered tablecloth at his favorite tiny café, on a narrow cobblestone side street just off the Balcon de Europa. Seagulls floated above the steep hillside of the whitewashed village, crying to one another. A waft of salt air came from the ocean.
Gregorio held the morning newspaper open, reading about the terrible events in the Canary Islands. He barely glanced up when the waiter asked if he would like a refill. He still had sugar-sprinkled churros left on his plate, and his cup was empty—of cour
