Expat Robert Evans walks out of his neighborhood market chewing his breakfast churro. A convertible comes toward him, but two motos pull out from a side street and block the car. Two ski-masked gunmen dismount, shoot the driver, hop on their bikes, and scream the engines getting away. A boy sits in the front seat next to the slumped driver, splattered with blood, and yelling. Evans grabs the boy, looks away from the dead man, and sits on the corner...