The Money's SecretAll eyes were on my back as I pushed open the entrance door. I could feel the gazes boring into me. I was as ever the only man of English-extraction in the building and invariably the others stared, but this time I found the attention menacing. Out on the pavement, breathing the salty sea air, imbibing the liberation of the space around me, I might have let go of my fear, but the gym door swung open and out came the nameless d**g-peddling associate of Juan's uncle. As he walked up behind me, I thought any moment I would feel a shove on my back, and I would be launched face-first into the gutter, but instead he strode on down the street, stopping beside a small, red hatchback.
I hurried over to my car. I didn't wait for the heat to exit the interior before I got in, and I
