“No, it was Lola’s brother. I turn around, and he’s standing there, beaten to shit, blood, tears and snot streaming down his face. I knew it was the drug dealer that had done it to him, and who had made him hit Jim.”
“Jim, I assume you’re on the ground?”
Jim nodded.
“What did you do, Bobby?”
“I took the cue from Eduardo and put him behind me. I asked who did this. He was crying too hard to tell me. But up pops Juan, and he points at the cop. He says it was Felix. When I turned to Lola’s brother, he nods and points to the cop. He says, ‘Yeah, it’s Felix.’”
“I confront the asshole.”
“What did you say?”
“I ask him if he’s the motherfucker who uses children? He takes exception to the way I phrased the question. He pulls his gun, but doesn’t point it at me, he points it at Juan. That’s when I hit him with everything I had.”
“Good for you. Where are the kids now?”
“They’re with Lola, at their grandparent’s farm in the country. I pray to God they’re safe.”
“Sounds like you did the right thing.” David gave a grim smile.
“Except for assaulting a cop in a foreign country.” Harrison said as he sank lower into his chair.
“Well, it seems like you might have a friend in that government.”
“Yeah, who?”
“The acting chief of police.” This time David’s smile wasn’t as grim.