We took our beers to a back table and sat. I can’t imagine how many shady deals have gone down in this place over the last hundred and twenty-five years, but if the Green Parrot could talk, it would say, “Show me the money.” “Two million,” I said. “Correct.” “For a fishing tournament.” “No. That’s thirty thousand. Certified check up front. The two million is cash, payable on completion of a job in Cuba.” “Sounds like a tough job.” I asked, “With whom would I be doing business?” Carlos took
