Chapter 99
“That’s the guy,” Tal said, pointing to our Max Martin.
I clicked on the picture and saw that he was a beautiful Cuban brown with dark eyes and sported a slender face. “He looks like Mario Lopez.”
“I prefer blonds,” he said, joking, but blowing me away with more surprise, completely catching me off guard again.
“So I’m learning.” I provided the mouse at my right with a few clicks and absorbed that Max Martin was twenty-eight-years-old, had a string of crimes on his record regarding theft and drugs, and was an import from Mexico fifteen years ago.
“This is our guy,” Tal said, tapping the screen. “When should we go talk to him?”
I looked down at the time on my flat-screen and saw that it was almost ten-thirty, and said, “Better now than never.”
“Sounds great,” he said, beaming with a smile. “I’ll open the bar around eleven-fifteen for the lunch crowd. Forty-five minutes should be plenty of time to do this, don’t you agree?”