Hell Hounds
Went with the cops to Flowers Bay this morning around 8:30 am. Still alive. There is a bathroom wall that describes the place well:
Flush twice,
It’s a long way to Flower’s Bay.
-Bathroom Graffiti.
Figueroa was a younger, confident cop. He seemed to be in charge of something. The other was more of the pure gunman type. We drove them to the house (which our informant had shown to us) and they went with our boat Captain to requisition the motor. Unfortunately, there was no motor there. We were sure the informant, a fallen INS guard, was lying, even though he had a bump on his head after he got jumped the other day since someone found out he’s been talking. But the homeowner said this guy Simon had just bought a motor two weeks before for $1000.00. Simon is our man. Finally we know who. But Simon was out fishing so we had to return in the afternoon.
Meanwhile, the boat is still not starting right near the gang’s restaurant. We have a few hours to fix this motor, so after (if we are able to) we get the motor we get the hell out of Honduras.
Listening to: Hell Hound on My Trail, by Robert Johnson.