Morning had come, and I found myself sitting in a different restaurant I hadn’t yet tainted with my negotiations. Perhaps this time, I wouldn’t have to pay off another official. As I considered that, one passed by and waved.
“Miguel,” I said in greeting.
“Always a pleasure, Jack,” Miguel said.
Smiling, I tried not to look directly back. If I could remain undetected, it would be better for me. Beatrice hated 1La Policia, and if she saw them, she wouldn’t dare approach me.
Sure, I hated La Policia, but what could I do? They were keeping their part of the bargain, and with a smile on my face, I greeted those greedy bastards, the 2Oficiales de Policia.
It wasn’t long before 3El Jefe de Policia himself took a seat in front of me. So much for being invisible. I should have expected this, se
