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“Beer would be great. Any kind. And don’t forget Luz here.”
    “How could I?” I asked playfully before heading toward the bar.
    As I walked I heard Luz mutter something to Alana and Alana say “but did you see his muscles?” in response.
    Once at the bar, I put in an order for four Pacificos, knowing there was a chance that her friend at the table would want one too, and took a moment to compose myself. The new plan was working but I still wasn’t sure what the outcome was or really why I was doing it. A tired voice in my head told me to be careful, to bring them drinks and at the end of the night walk away. Another voice wanted me to keep tabs on her and figure out her importance and how I could make it work to my advantage. Yet another voice told me to take her out back and do away like her like I was supposed to and collect on the rest of the money.
    But I didn’t want to listen to the voices for once. I wanted to run on instinct and my instincts were telling me to take this slow and cautious, one step at a time. Eventually the purpose would become clear, like a diamond underneath.
    When I brought the beers back, the three of them were looking up at me with wide smiles. Actually Luz had more of a discerning sneer and the other girl’s smile was strained and polite, but Alana’s was big and wide. It was the kind of smile that made you stare longer than you should, the kind that made even the most dead men feel alive.
    Thankfully I was too dead for even that.
    “Here you are ladies,” I said, placing the beers on the table.
    “Did you drug them?” Luz asked as she carefully slid the beer toward her.
    “Not enough time for that,” I told her as I pulled out a seat. “Besides, I know better than to tangle with Mexican girls.”
    “You got that right,” Alana said. She raised her beer toward the middle of the table and said, “Here’s to our new Canadian friend.” She looked me in the eye, so direct and unnerving that I had to fight the urge to look away.
    I clinked the neck of the bottle against theirs, making sure to look all of them in the eye. “And here’s to such friendly women in Puerto Vallarta.”
    And with that, the conversation came relatively easy to us. I found out her other friend was Dominga, a hotel maid, who didn’t say much but was a lot more welcoming than Luz was. When the questions turned to me and what I did and what I was doing here, I told them a bunch of half-truths. My whole life seemed to be built on half-truths.
    “Well,” I said between sips of my beer. “I used to be in the military.”
    “The Canadian military?” Luz asked.
    “Yes. I was shipped off to Afghanistan. After that … wasn’t sure what I was going to do, so I became a personal trainer. Might as well do the one thing that I was good at.”
    Alana almost fluttered her eyelashes at that.
    Luz folded her arms, not impressed. There was something commendable about her obvious dislike for me. “And so what are you doing in Mexico?”
    I shrugged as casually as possible. “I like it here. The people are friendly. The weather is perfect. The girls are nice.” I flashed Alana a smile. “I wish I could stay longer.”
    “How long are you here for?” Alana asked.
    “It depends if I have something to stay for.” I was really laying it on thick now. “I was going to spend a few weeks here in Puerto Vallarta, I was thinking of maybe buying a condo here, a vacation home or something, so I wanted to really get to know the city. Maybe I’ll be here a month if it suits me.”
    Alana gave me a half-smile. “Well, this town may seem like a dream come true to tourists, I’m sure, but it has its bad sides too.”
    I jerk my chin at her. “When you say bad side, does it have something to with what happened to you?” I hadn’t asked her earlier about her appearance, I wasn’t really sure what to say.
    She pursed her lips, thinking it over. “Yes. I was in a car accident.”
    “Oh no,” I told her, hoping my