He was casually dressed in white shorts, a white T-shirt and the gold around his neck and wrists glistened in the Mexican sun, as did his apparent joy at seeing the Hummer and the man he knew was inside of it.
Coming and going in the house, that edged against the blue of the Sea of Cortez and seemingly everywhere, were brown skinned laughing children, maids and helpers taking care of them, as well as many ominous looking teak colored men, some wearing shoulder holsters, guns slotted in them.
Two of the men held AK-47’s and seemed like alert Cobras.
His name was Bobby Caton and besides being Mal’s lifelong friend, he was one of the most dangerous men on earth.
“THERE WE GO…We’re about ten minutes out.” Mal said, breaking her thought as he grabbed his CB, clicked it and spoke Spanish int
