Chapter 13In the morning, I picked up Marlon at his apartment.
He was renting a room in a house in a neighbourhood close to the town centre called Brasilia. As we drove south on the Inter-Americana toward the car dealer I asked him if he'd spoken to someone about getting out of the country.
“Yes, I met with a guy last night who can do it. His name is Carlos Quesada. He has a good reputation,” said Marlon.
“Did he give you a price?”
“Yes, twenty thousand. Half up front and the rest when I get to Ecuador,” he said.
“What about timing?”
“He said it depended on the schedules, but I could be on a boat out of Golfito in a week or two,” he answered.
It was Saturday so the banks were closed but I had enough cash to pay for the car. We spent the next few hours doing the paperwork to get it r
