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PROLOGUE
Оглавление“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
“The shipments came in short last time.”
“What would I know about that? I just deliver the merchandise.”
“El Señor does not like shortages.”
“Then he should talk to his supplier. I’m just the delivery man.” He tucked the cello-wrapped packets in under the boxes of supplies, adjusted the load so the tarp covered everything. When all was secure, he went to the office, used the pay phone.
“A small brown box will be waiting for you at the Grand Hotel Bolivia. You know what to do. Fail and you will pay dearly.”
“The money?”
“There are a list of stops. You will be paid at each. Don’t mess up.”
He hung up the phone, poured himself a cup of coffee and spent some time perusing a newspaper. When he saw the tired old car coming, he went back to the plane and adjusted his cargo one more time. Nothing was out of place.
“You have loaded it all?”
“Absolutely everything.” He helped the older man into his seat, then slammed the door shut. After radioing the tower, they taxied onto the runway. Soon the tiny plane crested over the rain forest.
“Why don’t you continue with your story, Padre?”
By the time he reached the airstrip bordering the compound, he had all the information he needed.
