Reflections

Riding back to my hotel, with a bottle full of pain pills in my pocket could have been more comfortable if I had taken one or two. But I needed my wits about me instead of being in a drug induced haze. I kept on thinking back to Michael.

I thought I knew him. He might be a bit of a rogue and a scoundrel, but I remembered him as having some kind of moral compass. Yes, he would smuggle. He could smuggle anything. Cigarettes, alcohol, medicines, even people. He got weapons to those that needed them. Always making a profit, because with out profit, nothing moved.

Something must have changed. Something that I just didn’t understand.

The taxi dropped me off at the hotel. And I went up to my room. The pain in my arm was killing me, so I took one of the tablets and laid down. When I closed my eyes the sunlight was shining into the room through the window.

The phone rang and woke me up to darkness. I reached for the phone with my good hand. It was Rashida. She had to talk to me, tonight. She gave me an address.