conversation take place at?â
âLeftyâs.â
I wrote Leftyâs under Chapman and circled the name. Leftyâs is a dive mostly frequented by heavy drinkers and those who liked to place bets on a variety of sporting events. I shifted around in my seat âWhat were you doing there?â
Manuel replied instead of Eli. âHey, Robin, itâs the only place down in Armory Square you can get a beer for a buck.â
âNot to mention the fact they donât check IDâs too carefully,â I couldnât resist commenting. Manuel opened his mouth to reply, but I stopped him. âLetâs just get back to the topic at hand, if you donât mind.â
Manuel threw up his hands in a gesture of disgust. âIâm just trying to hurry things along, but, hey, no offense taken.â
I turned back to Eli. âWhere did this guy say he was going to send you?â
âCuba.â
âCuba, hunh?â I repeated as I added the name to my list. I began to see where things were heading. âHow were you going to get there?â
âThrough Mexico. Chapman told me heâs got this regular operation going with college kids. He sends them over to Cuba and they come back with cigars and he pays them. It sounded perfectâ Eli looked at me imploringly. âI mean, Robin, if I did that four times a year it would mean Iâd only have to work part-time if I went to someplace like SUNY Albany. How could I say no?â
âYeah,â Manuel interjected. âIt wasnât like he was smuggling drugs or anything.â
I shushed him and motioned for Eli to continue. âSo, what happened next?â
âI gave him my phone number and Chapman told me heâd get in touch with me when heâd made all the arrangements.â
âThe original conversation took place ... ?â
âIn September.â
âAnd he called you up?â
âThe end of December. He told me heâd booked me on a January fifth flight.â
I jotted down the date. âHow much was he paying you?â
âThree thousand dollars upon delivery. Plus, heâd pick up my plane ticket and pay for my hotel. It was so cool.â Eliâs eyes lit up at the memory. âIt was warm. I got to swim in this enormous pool. The rum and Cokes were great. Everyone was really nice. I didnât have trouble in Customs. They waved me right through.â
âBut ...â
Embarrassed, Eli put his hand over his mouth and studied the tiles on the floor. Manuel took over the conversation.
âSee, I told him.â Manuel jabbed himself in the chest with his finger. âI said, Eli donât tell nobody what youâre doing. The less people in your business the better, but he didnât listen. Cause he never listens to me, cause Iâm just some uneducated, illiterate street punk who donât know nuthinâ till he gets that wide brown ass of his in trouble and then all of a sudden itâs: Manuel, good buddy, what am I gonna do? But, hey.â Manuel threw up his hands and spread his fingers. âI donât hold no resentments. I just tell myself, Manuel you got to remember, like your momma always say, family is family, blood is blood ...â
âGet to the point, Manuel,â I ordered. âIâm not in the mood to hear a dissertation on family unity at the moment.â
âFine.â Manuel leaned on the counter. âThe point is that my cousin told his good-for-nothing roommate, Nestor, a person I might add I had told him not to converse with, much less share an abode with. But Iâll let that go by.â Manuel nodded graciously, magnanimous in victory. âHe and his girlfriend done disappeared with the suitcase.â
âDisappeared?â I asked, interrupting Manuelâs rant.
âAs in gone. Vanished. Desaparecido. â
âHow long ago was this?â
âFour days,â Eli said. âWeâve