Guatemala Exchange

Carlos’ panicked look took on a deeper questioning aspect. The question of “What exchange” was clearly conveyed by his expression.

“Felipe Molina, Carlos. We want Molina back. He’s a drug dealer, but he’s also an asset of a force much larger than your father. So, whatever he is, he’s ours. If your father exchanges Molina for you nicely and does no further harm to him, you will go back to him in good shape too. If not, perhaps you’ll go back in pieces. No hard feelings. You were a great fuck. Tell your father what I have said about Molina if you see him again. He’ll let Molina go and consider him an untouchable. If not, we’ll be back—for your father.”

After the other yacht had cast off, carrying a trussed-up Carlos with them, the CIA spy, Silas Collins, no longer needing to be Angus MacLoid, brought a metal pan out onto the deck of his sailboat. He also was carrying the passport and other identification documents for MacLoid and a box of matches. After he’d burned them to a crisp in the pan, he returned to the cabin, pulled on his red Speedo, and rummaged around in the secret compartment under the decking for his next set of documents—as well as the files that would refresh who he was to be when his sailboat arrived in Belize City.