Chapter 9
Sweet IsabellaAlmost a year had passed since Walker arrived in Cuba. He'd picked up Isabella on his motorbike at dusk on the weekends to continue his surveillance of top-ranked military leaders and their women at the popular local meeting places around Havana.
When out on the town, Isabella would whisper the names of the men and women who gather regularly to enjoy the nighttime parties along the streets and open-air parks, and occasionally restaurants and bars. When she received a tip about a meeting or event to get a lead, she passed it on to him, and they'd plan to attend.
Growing up on the island, she'd attended school with many who regularly were singing and dancing in the streets. By the way her body swayed to the music; she'd love to join them. He was glad she could rei
