The bar was situated some way from the beachfront on a forgotten side street. One of those drab, dark places that appear outwardly unfriendly, intimidating almost. The sort of place where as soon as you stop to consider entering, men sat at the bar turn and scowl, forcing you to move on. Shaun knew it well and he liked it.
Jose Luis sat in a corner, a glass of sol y sombre next to him, reading a free newspaper. He barely glanced up as Shaun sat down opposite. Pulling out a crumpled pack of Chesterfield cigarettes, Shaun knocked one out and passed it over. Jose Luis took it and placed it behind his ear. He still hadn’t looked up.
sol y sombre“I need your help, Jose Luis.”
The Spaniard turned a page, sniggered at something before slowly folding the newspaper closed. He raised his glass. “
