Chapter 68: Dark promises.

Dylan kicked off his flip-flops and left them under a deck chair on the resort boardwalk. The sun was setting, throwing brilliant shades of orange and purple against the clouds, and the music was cranking up. Soon the vacationing guests would flock to the sound and booze it up on the beach, ready to live it up Mexico style. Whatever that was.

He'd only been to the resort a handful of times, usually for Cruz's business meetings, as he liked to call them. Never for actual business. More like sampling the merchandise.

Dylan meandered around the pool and toward the sand. Tonight the bar would experience a liquor shortage, planned of course, which would result in only one of the three beach bars being open. This meant that every guest had to see the same bartenders and order from the same register.

The biggest bar sat where sand met concrete, a construction of palm fronds and worn boards. At least on the outside. Inside was a different story. But the patrons paid for the beach feel, s