Gloria heard the screaming outside so she rushed into the gardens to discover what the terror was all about. The music had stopped, and the band was quickly packing their equipment so they could get away from the cursed beach. “Lady, you have big problem, maybe someone is angry with you but we are gone. No more do we play music at your hotel.”
Diego tried to talk sense into the man but it was to no avail. “Gloria, they are convinced that there is a bad spirit here. If this kind of idea gets out, we are going to have real trouble with the guests.”
“I’m calling the policía now. Get all the gawkers inside, Diego. We’ll handle this and everything’s going to be fine. Nothing but positive talk, you hear? Your job is to settle the people down, and then come out here to help. Call your boys now and get them to secure the body. When the comandante gets here, show him to my office.” She stormed off with body language that screamed at anyone who might try to approach her.
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