Katey returned to La Rosa Negra with conflicting emotions. It felt good to be back, but
at the same time she was scared out of her mind. When she entered in the music was
blaring. She loved it, Just like old times, the place was steaming with hot music, and
even hotter dancing.
She ordered a drink, and took the opportunity to ask the bartender if he knew Javier.
"Javier?" he asked in a thick Cuban accent.
"Si." She replied.
"I know him."
"Is he here do you know?"
"Here? No, no he no here."
"Will he be here later?"
"He doesn't come around much now."
"Why?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"I'm an old friend; I am just trying to find him. Do you know where I can find him?"
"I can't help you. I'm sorry."
Katey felt as if she could cry when suddenly a young woman approached her.
"You are looking for Javier Suarez, no?"
"Si, I mean, yes I am. Do you know him?"
"Si."
"Can you tell me where I can find him?"
"Why do you look for him?"
Why was this woman asking her this? Didn't she just hear her tell man at the bar?
"I'm just an old friend. I haven't spoken with him in a while and I just wanted to see if
he was all right." The woman looked at her suspiciously. "That's all I want I promise. I
just need to find him and know he is all right...." Silence. "Can you take me to him?"
"Follow me." The woman said.
