Authors: Luis E. Gutiérrez-Poucel
Tags: #Mystery, #Thriller, #Suspense, #Action & Adventure, #Acapulco, #Washington DC
Warriors in Paradise
Luis E. Gutiérrez-Poucel
Copyright © 2014 Luis E. Gutierrez-Poucel
All rights reserved.
ISBN 13: 9781500836153
Now this is the Law of the Jungle—as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back—
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
For my children:
Never stop dreaming.
Sometimes some dreams do actually come true.
Special thanks are due to
Charles Woodruff, Joe Wroblewski, Ricardo Halperin,
Gloria Silvestre Khokar, Douglas Tracht, and Rebecca Poucel.
And my eternal gratitude to the Gutierrez Bunch,
Lester, Christopher, Cassandra, and Sabrina,
particularly to my partner in crime, Marie-Louise.
Thank you all for your patience and for putting up with me.
Acapulco, Guerrero, México
here are too many people here,” the Mexican said. “Let’s take this elsewhere.”
Charlie responded, “Let’s do that, little man.”
The Mexican wasn’t small, but Charlie was trying to rattle him. He was about six feet two inches compared to Charlie’s six feet five inches. He wore a blue shirt, white pants, and white sneakers. He had Mediterranean good looks, the type of face that could pass for Spanish, French, Italian, or Mexican. He had a large forehead; thin, straight, dark brown hair; bushy eyebrows; brown eyes, long eyelashes; a straight, narrow nose; a small mouth with smiling lines; a chiseled chin; and medium-size ears with some scarring. He looked like an action actor or a muscular wrestler. He was around Charlie and Caleb’s age. He weighed 220 pounds compared to Charlie’s 250 pounds.
They exited the nightclub, turned right onto a side street and walked all the way to the end under the infuriating drizzle. The night was hot and humid. By the time they got there, they were soaking wet from sweat, rain, and humidity. The Mexican said to them with a smile, “There is still time for you girls to walk away.”
Caleb appeared indifferent.
The little shit’s arrogance and confidence annoyed Charlie. Charlie laughed and responded, “Why don’t you walk away, you little son of a bitch?”
“OK,” the Mexican answered, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Who wants to go first?”
He had challenged Charlie, and Charlie was upset by the rain and the night that had not lived up to his expectations, so he was going to take out his frustration on the Mexican.
Charlie said, “I’ll go first, since I’m sure it will be your last, because you’re going down on your ass in ten seconds flat.”
The Mexican responded with his irritating smile. “Bring it on, pretty boy.”