Chapter 37
A black Yukon followed her to the restaurant, and Roman observed her enter and take a seat at her favorite spot by the window in the far corner. A scowl crossed his face.
Roman reached into a bag behind him and got out of the car, strolling nonchalantly to the back of the restaurant. He had an idea. He approached one of the cooking staff who was taking a smoking break.
“Hey, muchacho, how would you like to earn a hundred bucks?”
The Mexican looked around, saw no one, and said, “What do you want, gringo?” He dropped his cigarette butt and grounded it into the pavement with his foot.
Roman pulled out a 100-dollar bill and gave him a hard grin. “This can be yours if you do me a small favor. What is your name?”
“Miguel.”
Moving towards him, Roman said, “Miguel, do you know wh
