We didn’t spot anyone watching nor did we see a black BMW M5. By the time we circled back, Enrique was parking the limo against the concrete island across from the entrance. The cop pulled in beside him and as I got out, I almost choked at the shirt Enrique was holding.Charitably, the color could be described as green. More accurately, it was luminescent aquamarine.The cop was laughing as he drove off.I glared at Enrique as I took the shirt. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”“Hey, don’t blame me. Right after I talked to you, Amanda called. She suggested the shirt. She also has a message she wanted me to pass on. How’s the ear? I meant to ask before. Jesus, that was close, huh?”“For me. Coller wasn’t so lucky.”“I heard. I wish I would have been there. Maybe I could have done something to stop the guy.” This wasn’t bravado. As a former SEAL, he had a supreme confidence in his abilities.“You couldn’t,” I said. “The shooter was too good. He couldn’t have had more than a six-inch opening to hit Coller.
