"Shit," Sal said quietly. "So, that club was Black’s club? What the fuck am I askin’? Black’s fuckin’ Paradise. Shit!" He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.

It was answered on the first ring. "Quepasa?"

"This is Sal. I need to talk to Papi."

"He is very busy right now. Why don’t you call him back in about an hour?"

"I need to talk to him now! Just give him the fuckin’ phone."

"Okay, Sal, hold on. Papi!" He continued in Spanish, "Sal dice necesitahablar con elahora," letting Papi know that Sal needed to talk to him now.

Papi took a deep breath and reached for the phone. He set it down on his lap, lit a cigar, and took a sip of his tequila before picking up the phone. "Sal, what is so important that you must talk now? You should learn to relax, take things easy. You think with your mind. You move with your body. Mind and body are interrelated, and you must learn to maintain control of your own body. Relaxation techniques can help you to think clearer, focus more, and concentrate."

Now it was Sal who took a deep breath. He could hear what sounded like a woman laughing in the background. "I’m sorry to bother you, Papi, but shit went bad for us in the Bahamas."

"Really? What happened?" Papi said calmly.

"Julio went wild and just started shooting up the place."

"I did not go wild, Papi!" Julio screamed in his defense. "Those men were DEA!" Julio yelled as Shy held her breath. The last thing she wanted was for Julio to get excited and shoot her accidentally.

"Now he’s sayin’ that the money guy was DEA," Sal told Papi.

"So, you didn’t get the money?"

"No, Papi, we didn’t get the money."

"Why not, Sal?"

"The money guy wasn’t alone. After Julio shot the money guy, this other guy opened up on us and we had to shoot our way outta there. Then Mike Black’s wife starts shootin’ at us with a pump. She killed Manuel. Did you know that it was Mike Black’s club we wasmeetin’ in?"