CHAPTER 14
ALEJANDRO SERVED BREAKFAST early on the terrace, and as I nibbled a slice of melon, I watched in fascination as a hummingbird buzzed around the fragrant vines that trailed over Eduardo’s pergola. A servant tried to present me with another plate of pastries, but I waved them away.
“You don’t like those?” Eduardo asked.
“They’re delicious, but I’m getting fat.”
“I don’t need to find a new chef, then?”
“No! The one you’ve got is great.” Please, don’t shoot him. I hastily changed the subject. “Do you know where Ramos lives?”
“His compound is much like mine, except it’s not so easy to get to.”
“Not so easy to get to” turned out to be an understatement. The Ramos family home was buried deep in the jungle, around a hundred and twenty miles as the crow, or rather the helicopter,
