When I called, Ladiana’s lawyer wanted me to come to her home, something about papers that needed signing. I smelt a rat. ‘Can you come to my house?’ I asked. We waited two and a half hours. She arrived scowling. Obviously, we were putting her out. Our...
Agrazal came outside, pulling a chair next to mine. Inside, somebody was playing something Colombian: a fast, dangerous beat that matched the pace of the training under the tin roof. I could hear Enrique: he didn’t growl like Agrazal, instructions almost a request....
Agua had a girlfriend. I’d heard rumours but had never actually caught sight of her. The day she turned up at the gym, heavy rain – one of those seasonal downpours that regularly drenches Panama, was pounding the tin roof. Agua and Agrazal were at each other’s...
Why did I want to manage Agua? I wanted to help of course, set him free from the clutches of the fight mob, give him the chance to earn a decent living. Every fighter deserves that-more than most I would say-but it was also something else. His life was a frolic; he...
Rising from my table, I walked to the counter that ran the breadth of the restaurant, preferring to sit on one of the stools rather than take up a whole eating space. It also gave me a view of the kitchen where I enjoyed witnessing the collaboration and chaos of food...
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