The Star hotel in Bogotá was not the most luxurious in town, but it was good enough.
Richard Lawton, or d**k as his friends called him, crossed the lobby towards the bar. He found a table by the window and sat down. There was a cocktail list and he picked it up and looked at the drinks on offer. When a pretty waitress in a black skirt and a white blouse approached him, he asked for a Mojito and lit a cigarette. On the other side of the window, people walked past not even glancing at the tall and broad-shouldered American with the round eyeglasses. The traffic was heavy and the constant sound of car horns could drive a man insane. The drink arrived and d**k drank almost half of it before he put it down. He smacked his lips and decided it was one of the best Mojitos he had tried in the
