“There are some other details you need to know.” Well, I was afraid of that. “Look . . . Carlos, I do charter cruises. Fishing, sightseeing, sometimes a party cruise. I guess I can do a tournament—even to Cuba—but I don’t do other things. Understand?” Carlos didn’t reply and his silence said it all. “But thanks for thinking of me.” I asked Amber to give the bar tab to Carlos and I wished him a safe trip back to Miami. He replied, “Two million.” “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” I said to Amber, “Hold that tab.” I said to Carlos, “Let’s get a table, amigo.”
