Chapter 42 Dockside Memory

• The Barcelona docks stank of fish and diesel fuel as Santino stood at the pier's edge, watching cargo ships drift in the morning fog. The water lapped against concrete pillars below.
• He pulled out his phone. The photo given to him by Elena on the screen was a man who looked like his father, Ben, standing in a Madrid café. Alive.
• But Ben was dead. Santino had seen it happen.So who was the man in the photo?