Eden
Day Four
It was another freezing cold day on Eden. Weathermen were calling for sleet, but the comandante enjoyed being outside in the brisk air. After lighting a fresh cigar, he pulled a new burner phone from his pocket. While he walked past the garden to a spot on the island’s leeward side where he could watch the surf pound the shore, he called his man.
comandante“Cobra here.”
“Did you take them out?”
“They had two cars,” Stefano rasped. “We chased one until it landed in the water. But I think they lived. Police arrived before we could finish the job.”
The comandante pulled his peacoat tight and puffed thoughtfully. The pesky American team was still buzzing around like flies. “What about the others?”
comandante“Couldn’t follow both cars at once. Was hoping our friends were w
