"Oh. I have an appointment at the beach at eight o'clock. Let's have some coffee until we're ready to go."
Pepe drove to a café near the Transport Union building. They found a table in the back of the place. "Do you know any of the Englishman's friends?" Hall asked.
"Not many."
"Did you know his friend Harrington?"
The name left Pepe cold. He was certain that he had never met Harrington or heard the name mentioned. Nor did he know anything about Fielding's employees. "His secretary is a middle-aged Hermanita. She lives alone with a parrot and minds her own business. I knew a man who was her lover once, but that was fifteen years ago."
"Do you know much about Felipe Duarte?" Hall asked.
"Sure. But why?"
"I'm to meet him at eight this morning."
Pepe looked at the clock. "Then let's go," he said. "Sometimes Duarte is like a crazy man, but he is a good friend."
"Does he know you?"