MIGUEL'S GUEST HOUSE
Miguel’s phone rang, breaking the silence of the balcony.
RING!
He glanced at the screen and saw Ash’s name flash across it. He swiped to answer, lifting the phone to his ear.
“Ash, what’s up?” he asked, his voice calm.
“Richard just met with Bridget at the Ivory Bar,” Ash reported, her voice low and professional, as though she were still standing outside the bar.
Miguel was not surprised to hear that. Richard was a kind of person who needed his toys to be able to make any important move. “Anything else?” he pressed, waiting for more.
“She wasn’t inside for long,” Ash continued, “but when she came out, she looked... disturbed. She got into her car and was on the phone for a few minutes before driving off.”
Miguel stood in silence for a moment, processing the i
