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Cadiz, Spain
Cadiz, SpainThe tall Spaniard named Salboa drew attention as he walked past. With his long flowing grey hair, goatee beard and obligatory red shirt he was accustomed to receiving attention. Now in his late sixties, six feet tall with coal black eyes and permanently tanned skin, exuding confidence as he strolled into the headquarters of ‘Alhambra Lines’ shipping company. Based in Cadiz, Salboa had built up the business from a small two-freighter company, to one that dominated the South America to Spain and Europe freight routes. The company had grown into a considerable success and, for a time, he had been one of the richest and most desired men in Spain. However, recently he was plagued by rumours that his shipping lines were involved in shady Latin American deals, involving drugs and gun
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