When he entered the market, he stuffed the gun into his pants the way he had seen Alberto do it and slowed down while looking around for a hiding place. He spotted a young woman at a piñata and flower stall and went for it. When he got to where she was, he quickly pulled out a gun and went to the space in between the flowers. The girl was too scared to say anything.

He found a tiny space in between the flowers and looked at the route he’d used to enter the market. There were two burly shifty looking guys making their way inside. They scanned the place while moving.

“He went over there,” a skinny lad pointed to a corner of the market which had an exit. Rodney felt relieved when they started going there. He wasn’t worried because he knew that Rodrigo could take care of himself. Rodrigo was, after all, Alberto Roco’s true son. He was the one that would follow in his father’s footsteps.

After some minutes, Rodney hid the gun and decided to come out. He was sure those men did not know him.