A human barbeque. Blood, charred flesh, brain matter, guts, bone fragments. Unrecognizable human remains.

Revenge.

Sweet painful revenge!

A low chuckle escaped his throat. He was practically giddy with anticipation. He was an eagle soaring high into a clear blue sky feeling the same exhilarated abandon he felt snorting a line of the white powder. Pure euphoria.

It was time to begin.

Rubbing his hands together, his eyes sparkled darkly like coals roasting in an open fire. Then his lips curled upwards in sheer delight.

They had left him for dead and now he was back. No one would escape. He had the power to crush them, grind them down with his heel until they begged for mercy, but there would be none. They would all pay when his dirty deal was delivered.

***

A week earlier…

An unzipped navy wetsuit opened to a broad hairy chest, Amancio Bolivar Alvarez, also known as Cy, looked like a wild man from the jungle. His hair was in disarray, caked with sand, a bushy beard hiding a perfect face. He stared intensely at a distant catamaran sailing into shore. He was a scuba master and had been my instructor for several dives on the Palancar Reef off of Cozumel, but he was more than that. There was a bond. If it wasn’t for him, I would have died. We were in Isla Mujeres to let our bodies heal.

My nudge shifted his gaze to me. I indicated the text on my iPhone. He read it and lifted an eyebrow. “What?” he asked somewhat resentfully as if I had awakened him rather rudely from a deep sleep.

“I’m worried.”

Cy nodded. “Yup, and so you should be.

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