Chapter 14
Ricardo sat in the back booth at the Cafetería Maravilla and wished he was drinking a Port Royal lager. Hell, he’d even take a lame, watery Barena. But he was on duty, and alcohol didn’t mix well with a military operation—even if he wasn’t military anymore. So, he sat drinking ice water and watching the room.
The Maravilla sat just outside the fence from the Honduran Air Force Academy, which was the only thing to recommend it. A standard, one-story hole-in-the-wall except it was built on a scale big enough to take on the rowdiness of several classes of the academy’s cadets. They were clustered up front where they could get first dibs on any women dumb or desperate enough to come here to find a good a time.
Down the far side of the bar were several clusters of the more serious
