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handsome,” she whispered. “Surely you are in the cinema.”
    “You are far too kind. What is your name?”
    “Leala … Leala Rosales.”
    “I need four women and one man for Miami, Leala Rosales. Would you like me to show you the most beautiful city in the world, my city?”
    “I … I … don’t know if …”
    “You have stepped into a new world, Leala. Now you must trust yourself to jump.”
    “I will … Yes, I will go with you, señor. Can my friend Yolanda come as well?” She pointed to a nearby girl.
    “Perhaps the next time, Leala. There is only so much room in the car.”
    “It looks very big.”
    “Appearances can be deceiving. Hurry to the car, Leala. I will meet you there in a moment.”
    The girl ran to the Escalade. The man’s white teeth flashed. “Did you want a fresh boy, Chaku?” he said in English. “Come look at the selection.”
    The first sign of life in the driver’s eyes. He tapped the skinny shoulder of a male youth no older than fourteen, and pointed to the van. The boy understood nothing but that he was to move toward the vehicle, so he moved.
    The handsome man walked among the Hispanics, directing three more women to the van, pointing the others toward the Quonset hut. The driver and passenger jumped from the van, two bandana-headed Hispanics with tattoos on arms and necks. They hurried the four selections into the rear of the vehicle. As the new occupants climbed inside, the driver opened a side door and retrieved two magnetic signs saying A- 1 WINDOW TREATMENTS and applied them to the sides of the van.
    The handsome man turned to the hulking driver. “Let me talk to these gentlemen in private, Chaku.” The comment was followed by a small and cryptic flick of the blue eyes. The driver retreated to the Escalade as the man gestured Ivy and Joleo to the side of the trailer. In the distance the Hispanics walked toward the gray hut. They were smiling and laughing.
    The handsome man’s eyes flicked between the men. “Did it go smoothly?”
    “Yes, sir,” Joleo said. “Like always.”
    “Are you receiving your compensation correctly?” He turned his eyes to Ivy.
    “Yes, sir,” Ivy said, trying to keep his gaze from falling to his shoes. “A day after every delivery. Th-thank you, Mr Orzibel.”
    Orlando Orzibel flashed his supernova smile. “Good work deserves no less. And good work means quiet work, right?”
    Both heads bobbed. Orzibel nodded in satisfaction and turned away. He stopped and turned back. The smile had disappeared. “So how is it I heard of lips speaking my name in a filthy little bar last month? A rathole called Three Aces?”
    Ivy seemed to waver on his knees. His mouth fell open to show darkened teeth. “I … I … it was a mistake, Mr Orzibel. It’ll never happen again. And all I said, was—”
    An arm from nowhere wrapped around Ivy’s neck, lifting him off the ground. The huge driver had somehow left the Escalade and crept across the crunchy sand and beneath the trailer without making a sound.
    “And your lips not only used my name,” Orzibel said, “they implied my business.”
    “A mistake …” Ivy gasped, pulling at the arm around his neck as his face reddened. “It’ll never hap … gain. Please—”
    Orzibel nodded and the hulk named Chaku opened his arms and Ivy fell to the ground. Orzibel lowered to a squat. A knife had appeared in his hand, a dark-bladed commando knife with few purposes but destruction.
    “Please, Mr Orzibel …” Ivy begged, tears falling down his cheeks. “Remember how I helped you with the cement last year … made your problem go away? How I worked all night for you …”
    The knife whispered through the air and Ivy’s lower lip dropped in the dirt below his face. His eyes were disbelieving as his fingers touched the open teeth, coming away shining with blood.
    Orzibel picked up the lip with the point of the knife and held it before Ivy’s horrified eyes. “Eat it,” he hissed. “Eat it or