The European gentleman, midforties, a slim, bespectacled fellow in a business suit, stands at the lip of the curb just outside the Royal Palm Crowne Plaza Resort in Miami Beach on a gorgeous winter afternoon. He's just checked out of his room and asked a concierge to call him a cab to the airport. One soon pulls into the semicircular drive and glides to a stop in front of him. Inside the yolk-colored No. 829 is Javier... More >>>