Isabela, Puerto Rico
Moments Later
The lights at the adjacent casita, number eight, were quickly dimmed shortly after the commotion. The casita’s occupants did not want to bring any further attention to themselves from the other guests at the resort or worse yet, hotel security. Pretending the casita was unoccupied was a naive but workable ruse. After the door to the terrace was quickly closed, the older of two casually dressed men grabbed his cell phone and answered an unexpected call.
“Yes, Chango. We got him,” he excitedly proclaimed while wiping the sweat from his brow.
ChangoThe younger man was restraining a third Puerto Rican male in a chair when the call came in. He forcefully tied a knot in the rope wrapped around the male’s waist while inconspicuously listening to the conversa
