CHAPTER 18After a terrific meal at La Panga del Impostor, Miles returned to the hotel at eight o’clock. He hadn’t noticed them before, but three cars were parked at the front of the hotel in spaces marked Hotel Riu Plaza Vehículo de Renta Gratuita. Miles figured, based on his limited Spanish skills, they were likely courtesy cars, so he asked the desk clerk about them.
“Sí, senõr. You can use them for two hours at a time.”
“Just what the doctor ordered,” Miles decided.
Believing Fabricación de Eléctricas operated a second shift, he would use one of the cars to check out the factory at night. It would be far easier to avoid detection under the cover of darkness. The GPS on his phone took him directly to the factory. He drove by once to see if any of the executives he’d met earlier were s
