"You didn't have to kill him. Your impulsiveness will cost us our business and possibly even our lives."
Roger was visibly upset and pacing back and forth in the pool room.
"Now what do we do? Belize is looking better and better, he continued.
Connie listened and waited for Roger to finish before she spoke.
"Didn't you realize that I was never, ever, going to do business with these people. From the moment I heard his name and saw his face, I knew he was Alberto's killer, if not by his own hand, he was still responsible. He never bothered to check or make the connection, that the little brown boy from Tumaco was my little brother. So now, he has paid for his crimes with his life. No one will ever know what happened to him. I made sure of that. boasted Connie.
But what about Frankie? asked Roger.
"What about Frankie?"
"Will she talk?" he asked.
"Talk about what?"
"The murder." he replied.
"Who she going to talk to? There is no reason for her to say anything to anybody."