Lush greens and reds and yellows broken with the fragmented red rocks and pineapple fields. He cared nothing for it. Any beauty in nature was lost on him. Miguel sat in the passenger seat as Ramon drove. Another car of four men was behind them as they drove up the winding streets, the road enclosed with palm trees. Few other cars were out this evening as the sun was setting and they headed toward the docks. He could see ships coming and going and he watched them passively. “El Padrino,” Ramon said, “maybe you should stay in the hotel? It’s not too late.” “No, I want to be here. I’ve known Nicolas for twenty years. He won’t do business with anyone else.” “I don’t like this,” Ramon said. “You’re out in the open.” He shrugged. “So what? What can they do Ramon? Arrest me? Do you know how much we pay for the judges and prosecutors? Evidence will be lost, my lawyers will win motions they shouldn’t…I have no fear.
