Forty-fiveSantiago de Cuba › Wednesday, December 10, 2008 › 18h55
Jayson thought the two men who stepped out of the Sea-no-Evil’s lounge and stood guard over Reina were casually intimidating. But the two who stepped out of the shadows on either side of him, with weapons in their hands, were a genuine threat.
He raised his arms.
One of the armed men ordered him to get down, which he did, pronto, wondering if Tony had a visual on him.
He listened to the men conversing in Spanish as he prostrated himself on the pier. The rough concrete scratched his bare skin: knees and elbows. He tried to keep his chin up, literally, turning his face toward the end of the pier, searching again for Tony. After an agonizing moment, Reina shouted for the men to let the gringo up and search him.
Jayson blew
