CHAPTER THIRTY - FIVE - THE BEGINNING OF A DEATH - ROLL?

Mateo tapped his finger against the steering wheel of his car. The black Ferrari a few cars ahead of him turned right at an intersection, and on getting to the intersection, he turned right also. Mateo glanced at his wrist watch. 6:30pm. Maybe he should have let one of their guys trail him. It was remaining just an hour thirty minutes more for the time Abuela had told him to come for dinner. He also knew that if Abuela said 8pm on the dot, you should be there by at least a few minutes to the 8pm. Abuela's 8pm on the dot translated to; I want to be scooping the first spoon of my dinner into my mouth by 8pm on the dot, so, do me a favor and get here on time like a gentleman would. Mateo chuckled to himself, slowing the car as the black Ferrari began to slow down at the front of a hotel. Mateo frowned. Was there a change in their plans? According to the phone conversations Rafael had played in his office this morning, they were supposed to be meeting at Mr. Fernandez's home.