59. A Dive

~ ENRIQUE ~

“I hope you learned your lesson,” I remark as I get back into the car, and he climbs into the passenger seat.

“I apologised…” He pouts sulkily as I start up the car and drive towards the sea where the bodies have been found.

I had already demanded that the place be closed in the evenings through to the morning for any tourists or beach-goers. But clearly, the mayor has not bothered heeding my fucking orders.

I made it clear until the attacker was found we needed to be on alert. I take my phone out, calling the so-called mayor, more like a hijo de puta. My eyes flashing with irritation, this could have been prevented. I had men and women who were professional divers out there, but I was under the impression he had placed a curfew in the area.

The phone cuts but I call him again. He will take my call, or I will fucking run for mayor myself.

Just when I’m prepared for the call to go to the answering machine again it’s answered. “Ah, Señor Escarra!” Mayor Rio says. “What