Chapter 41
Frank, Rhodes and the García brothers’ mother and father were sitting at a table, littered with coffee mugs, ashtrays and a bottle of Aguardiente, on the veranda of their house looking out across acres of farmland. Two chestnut horses grazed nearby. An idyllic scene in direct contrast with what Frank and Rhodes had been through hours before.
The mother broke out into sporadic tears as the father fought his grief with continuous coffee, booze and cigarettes, his face fixed with shell shock. They had only recently heard of their sons’ deaths in a terrible car accident.
A young boy, no older than five, played with his trucks on the living room floor, oblivious to the grief that cast gloom over the household.
Rhodes leaned forward clasping his hands together, his own shock from
