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pleasant ambience for businessmen turning a deal or tourists looking to unwind over a fruity drink and coconut shrimp. This early in the evening, only a few tables were occupied.
Guerrero was off to the left and toward the back, with his bodyguard and driver flanking him and his business contact sitting opposite. Four men in business suits, speaking too quietly to be overheard. Domino knew the bodyguard would be watching all new arrivals, so she skimmed her attention over them and on, without making eye contact.
Near them, a young Latino couple too intent on each other to notice much else seemed to be the only locals. Two other tables held tourists—a young Asian couple speaking Japanese close by to Domino’s right, and, farther on, a bored-looking middle-aged couple whose sunburned faces told of their naiveté of the south Florida sun, even in April.
Sundance sat by himself near the abandoned piano, nursing a beer and reading the sports page. He looked exactly like the picture she had memorized, except for his deep tan. Blond hair, blue eyes, and casual preppy outfit, with the look of a college student on spring break who might be killing time waiting for friends.
Beyond him, a baby-faced Cuban barman in black pants, white shirt, and vest the same bordeaux as the carpet watched them all as he polished glasses.
She heard Blade’s voice in her earpiece and knew Sundance could hear it, too. “Domino, flag down the waiter and order a ginger ale if everything is in order.”
As she crossed to a table in the back where she would have a good vantage point, she caught her reflection in the mirrored wall behind the bar. Her attire was well suited for her task and environment. The simple dark navy dress was stylishly appropriate, without showing so much skin she attracted undue attention. It was cut to just above the knee, its V-neck modestly shallow. And her matching pumps had enough of a heel to be fashionable, but not so much she couldn’t move fast if she had to.
Settling comfortably into a seat, she set the tote bag on the chair beside her and signaled for the barman, satisfied the situation was as expected.
“What can I get for you?” he asked.
“A ginger ale, please.” She spoke loud enough for Sundance to hear.
Blade’s voice sounded again in her ear. “Sundance, when the lady gets her drink, clear your throat.”
The baby-faced barman returned with her ginger ale, and as he set it in front of Domino, Sundance dutifully cleared his throat.
When he did, Domino glanced his way in discreet acknowledgment. She could only hear him in person, not through her earpiece. When their eyes met, she felt her first niggling of disconcertion to see relief cross his face. She had once been a rookie too, and nervous, but also anxious to prove herself, as Sundance should be.
“Proceed as planned,” Blade told them both.
The wait began.
Sundance kept to his newspaper, while Domino played the I’mwaiting-for-someone-and-they’re-late attitude for the benefit of any interested parties. She checked her watch, stirred her drink, and acted bored, while inconspicuously keeping tabs on Guerrero and his party.
The Cuban’s bodyguard was a hulking thug, and vigilant. He watched everything, glancing her way frequently. Guerrero’s driver was a head shorter and only slightly less broad in the shoulders. The blond-haired man Guerrero was meeting with looked every bit the typical businessman, in his neat blue suit, polished oxfords, and leather briefcase.
Twenty minutes into their wait, when the barman returned to see if she wanted something else, Domino made sure her response was loud enough to carry to Guerrero’s table. “Yeah, sure, I’ll take another. And would you keep an eye out for my boyfriend, let me know if you see him come in? He’s six feet, short dark hair, cute…” She checked her watch again. “And in serious trouble if he doesn’t get here soon.”
The barman laughed. “Sure thing.”
After another ten minutes of