Mrs. Mendoza and her daughters were moving back and forth from the restaurant putting out a lunch time feast for the family and close friends, while A...na was holding court with some young ladies on the other side of the courtyard. I joined Mr. Garcia, Mr. Mendoza, and two sons-in-law at one of the tables. Before I could finish greeting everyone and sit down, Mrs. Mendoza was handing me a cup of coffee.I sipped my coffee while listening to the men talk about the weather, the church service, and. ”“So, she added you, then? That’s a good first step. Show me.”He navigated to the site, and then to her profile. She’d just posted a status about a movie that had opened, saying she planned to go see it. Jill leaned in and gasped, so he looked at her and asked, “What is it?”“Just that she’s delicious. Click on the pictures, silly. I want to see more.”Rodney cycled through the pictures, growing hard as Jill leaned over his shoulder, moaning in approval with each new one. She gestured for him to. He carried a case identical to mine. The cocaine. ‘You’re late.’ he said with more spit than sound. ‘Only one minute. You’ll live.’ I said in a caviler tone. In an instant the two guards were at my sides pinning me to the car and I didn’t resist yet. ‘I should kill you for your disrespect.’ He said. Spit flying as he pronounced the ‘p’. ‘You should, but you won’t.’ I said switching to Spanish ‘If you are going to tell me to be afraid of you because you work for Juan Vittio save your breath. I. That left the latter option and that would require some decisive action on her part.By the time that the second break arrived, the banker had succumbed leaving only the final Arcadian, the Governor, and their host pitted against them. The Arcadian had played extremely cagily but was probably still down over a hundred thousand on the night. Their bearded friend was doing well, although nowhere as well as she and Steve combined. Driscoll had the lion's share of the proceeds and she speculated.