As Jake sat in the booth, he pulled out his personal cell. He texted Xavier. Arrived in Miami. Can’t talk now. After he sent the text, he waited for a minute.
Xavier replied. Okay. Love You. Be Safe.
Jake texted him back with hearts. As he put his phone away, a tall, very tan, and thin man with a trimmed goatee approached the back of the restaurant where he sat. The man walked erect, his stare directed towards Jake and the bench behind him. He wore aviator sunglasses, a newspaper in one hand. When the man sat, his back lined up with Xavier’s. He realized he forgot to put the briefcase in the bench behind him so he lifting up the attaché and put it behind him.
“Do you have a straw?” the man asked.
Jake took the keys he had and grabbed a straw that the hostess placed on his table. Jake h
