Epilogue
One year later on an island off the west coast of Mexico
Diego Estabon sat alone in his bungalow waiting for his new partners to arrive with his share of their last job, and they were late, very late.
It had been a good year for Diego and he planned for next year to be even better. The phone rang. 'It’s about time you called. Where are you?'
'I’m right outside Diego,' Mike said into the phone.
Diego rushed to the window and could see Mike standing off in the distance.
'What do you want Black?' Diego said and quickly armed himself.
'As soon as Sal told you that he had kidnapped my wife, you should have told Sal to let her out the car and have him apologize for taking her,' Mike said and hung up the phone.
Diego watched as Mike turned to walk away and wondered what that was all about. Then he thought it would probably be a good idea if he got outta there. But before Diego could make it to the door, the bungalow blew up.
As he walked away, Mike felt the heat of the explosion on the back of his neck.
