“So, you are going to have a ringside seat?”
“Yes, we have been through this. It is not that I want to watch you die, but if anything goes wrong, I will be on hand to help.”
“So you keep saying, but what can go wrong?”
“Not much, granted, but you never know.”
At four thirty, the scene was set. John phoned to say that he was in place and that Steve was drinking with his mates outside The Tall Man.
Bob shook Jan’s hand, put the battery in its slot and handed him a small plastic bag of four tablets.
“What are these for?” he asked.
“Just a little something to calm your nerves and psyche you up.”
“I don’t need anything thanks, Jim.”
“Sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
They started their solemn procession up the Avenida Acapulco. When Bob passed The Tall Man, he glanced at the table outside and
