We arrived in Little Havana. We got out of the car and looked around. They were on West Flagler Street looking west. They saw lots of little orange houses.
Ford looked for the address on West Flagler that he had seen in DDD’s mind. He found it.
Angelina had never been to Little Havana and wanted to sightsee a little. Later, said Ford.
They knocked. A Hispanic man with dark black hair answered.
“What do you want?” He spoke.
Do you know this man? Ford showed him a picture of DDD.
“Nice scar. You get that in a knife fight?” Pedro asked.
“Circular saw. Caught me when I wasn’t looking.”
“What can I do for you?”
“I’m Here about Dan Tenant.”
Pedro scratched the scar on his face. It looked like it came from a knife fight. “Dan Tenant. Short, Bald, fat? He owes me a lot of money.”
“I’m here to answer for his debt.”
“So, you have 10,000 dollars with you.”
“Something better.”
Pedro in his mind was thinking about a gun.
“You’re thinking about a Beretta.”
Pedro’s eyes narrowed. “How did you know that?”
“I can read minds. Do you think that might be something you’d be interested in?”
“What am I thinking now?”
I see a beautiful woman reclining naked on a bed. “You’re thinking about a woman.”
Pedro scratched his chin and looked at me with new eyes. “Can you read everybody’s mind?”
“I can.”
“Stay here a second.” He went to the hall and called, “Jose!”
Jose entered the room. He was a dark man with black hair and eyes. “Yes, boss.”
To me, he says, “Tell me what he is thinking.”
I concentrate. “He’s thinking you’re going to ask him about the money missing from the stash.”
Pedro’s face turned red. “You took money that was not yours,” he says.
Jose, for a dark-skinned man, turned a shade of white that I would not have found possible before. Pedro pulled out a handgun and shot him in the chest.
“Come tomorrow and I’ll have more work for you.”
“And the $10,000?”
“We’ll see.”
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