to a plate of crepas was a long dish filled with a mixture of chopped meat, tomatoes and peppers. On a wide wooden board were piled freshly barbecued chorizo sausages, colorful salads and a variety of hot and cold vegetables. As this was not the man he had expected to meet, Max took a quick look around to see if he could spot anyone else, either in the room or out on the terrace. The man looked up, wiped his mouth with a huge white napkin and gave Max a wave.
âSeñor Bruschetti! It is good to see you.â His voice was reedy and nasal. âPlease take a seat. You must be hungry after your long flight. Please, come join me in a little sustenance.â He waved again, this time to a chair across the table.
âThank you,â said Max, sitting down. Immediately a waiter in a white coat placed a rush mat in front of him. On it were neatly arranged cutlery, a napkin and two long-stemmed glasses. As one waiter left, another arrived with a tray on which were a small glass of aquardiente, a glass of water and a small plate of coconut. Max drank down the strong liquor in one gulp, ignored the water, but slipped a piece of the white nut into his mouth to reduce the heat.
His host smiled. The gold fillings in his front teeth glinted as he spoke.
âNo doubt you are surprised to see me. I am sure you were expecting Rodrigo. Regrettably, since the extradition and incarceration of certain prominent members of our little fraternity and the demise of several others, it has been necessary to change the way we operate. But I hasten to assure you we are in business as usual; it is only some of our methods that have changed. Did you know we are now in the gold business? Yes, of course you did. A commodity that is proving surprisingly easy to control. I never thought that one day I would be concerned with the safety of miners!â
He laughed a little too loudly.
Max speared a couple of sausages, helped himself to some fresh sliced pimientos and took a bite. The flavor of the meat was delicious. Chorizos in Spanish Harlem never tasted like these.
âGood, eh?â his host asked proudly.
âExcellent,â answered Max, mopping the fat that trickled down his chin.
An arm waved towards the terrace. âRoberto is an artist at the grill. Heâs from Venezuela. They make the worldâs finest butchers and cooks.â Giving a chuckle, he whispered, âI had to strangle his last employer to get him!â
Max smiled. After exchanging a few pleasantries about the weather in New York the little man quickly came to the point.
âYour message spoke of changes. As you are no doubt aware we do not take kindly to change. It leads to trouble and we prefer to avoid trouble whenever possible.â
âIâve come to talk about ending our relationship,â said Max laying down his knife and fork. âIâm also aware that weâre only a part of your East Coast operation. You have many others who can take over. The time has come for the Bruschettis to hand over to someone else. Iâm here to work out the best way to do it.â
His host raised his eyebrows and then after a moment asked, âAnd what made you come to this decision?â
âWe are concerned about our moneyman,â said Max.
âSeñor Carter Allinson?â
âYes. I have a feeling heâs planning to quit. To retire. I think heâs had enough.â
The little man gave Max an amused smile. âAs I remember, Señor Allinson was never too happy about the manner of his recruitment.â
âYou know about that?â
âI try to know as much as I can about everything, Señor Bruschetti,â he answered. âAre you telling me heâs now a danger?â
Max continued. âNo. Not at all. I donât think so. Itâs only that the time has come when we might have to replace him. That would mean setting up a whole new financial arrangement. Iâm not absolutely sure we could
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