Bitter Truth

BITTER TRUTH/7
on my wrist. A German shepherd appears, mangy and fierce.
He is straining at his leash. He sniffs first one suitcase, then
another, then a backpack. The dog comes up to me and shoves
his nose into my crotch. Two policemen laugh.
Even inside the terminal it is hot and the sunlight rushing
through the windows is fierce and I feel something dangerous
beyond the mosquitoes in the swelter about me. I wonder what
the hell I am doing in Belize but then I feel the weight of my
briefcase in my hand and remember about the hundred million
dollars and its story, a story of betrayal and revenge, of intrigue
and sex and revelation, a story of murder and a story of redemption
and a story of money most of all. Suddenly I know exactly
what I am doing here and why.