CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
1999- Two Thousand Zero Zero
Mundo was gone.
On Christmas day he told me he had his plane ticket to Tegus.
He flew out on the 26th- Boxing Day, he told me they called it in Honduras.
Hindsight being 20/20, I don’t even know if he even really went to Honduras.
Maybe he was in Panama.
Maybe his uncle sent him to Belize.
His family had people everywhere, and all of those countries were involved in the same types of business.
All I knew for sure was that he’d gone. And it did not feel like he was coming back for me.
And then it was the last day of the century.
A new millennium was dawning.
