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J-dawg had led them to a place called Baymen’s Tavern. It was actually an outdoor restaurant at the Radisson Hotel with a sweeping view from the north side of the peninsula that formed Belize City. They sat beneath the shade of a massive umbrella. The tall palms around the edge of the patio rustled lightly in the sea breeze. The waitresses were efficient and a pleasure to look at. All very high-end.
“This place is upright, respectable—”
“Family friendly,” J-dawg cut him off.
Drake could only laugh.
“Come down here with just the team, I can show you where to get real food, but it’s deep in a bad quarter. Food is worth it though.”
Drake would bet on more than just the food by his expression, though with the way he acted about Sugar, it was probably for memories past, not futures pla
