They’re sitting on the cool tile floor of a fourteenth story apartment in Panama City, backs to the white-painted wall while the television, far across the empty expanse of living room, is playing reruns of General Hospital in Spanish. Barton and Romanoff have been here for three weeks, slowly melting in the muggy heat, and while the food is excellent, now that Noriega’s deposed the city’s just gotten boring.
Kimchi and Justice 