Two Years Later In Tijuana

Two Years Later

Avril and Alejandro are not married. He never even spoke of it to her. They were much closer than before and Alejandro laughed like a kid whenever Avril told a joke. They were close to the extent that Avril confided in him about Dakar, and why she loved that wolf bracelet a lot. Alejandro was not surprised when he heard about him. He said he was in the Mafia, and had come across things that defied explanation.

“If you want, we can go trace him. Find the island again,” Dakar muttered into her ear one evening by the poolside. They were in the poolroom on his floor, laying on the lean-on bench, with Avril wearing a bikini and Alejandro only shorts. She was sitting between his legs and leaning on his chest, while he smoked cigar as usual. They had just got out of the pool.

“I doubt he's still there. It's been two years,” she replied.

“He stayed there for how many years again?”

“Fifty four, befor