 Penny Cullen knew I was in Havana, and he knew why. But only a little different. Only a little tougher. A matter now of killing a man who knew he was going to be killed. Look at it this way. It was a job, and it was going to get done. Only now it was more even up. More interesting. Penny Cullen and me. Two good boys, each holding a good hand. And the winner, that was going to be me.