pushed his luck. But the guard did not know and Charlos’s taxi
rolled into the compound.
He walked toward what appeared to be the entertainment
area—a big screen TV tuned to some sports channel was situated in
the corner.There was a Sony PlayStation II hooked up to the TV
and a stack of pirated DVDs lying on a coffee table. On the couch
a man was sleeping; his forehead was covered in sweat and Charlos
figured he was sweating out a malaria attack. Charlos woke him up.
“Do you know where I can find Paul Meyer?”
“He’s not here, he’s at work, where else?!” the man grunted.
He spoke with a thick Australian accent and it was clear that he
was in pain and annoyed that someone woke him from his feverish
dreams.
Charlos pushed on,“I’m an old friend of his, he said ...