Cuban-born American citizen Francisco Cruz owns one of the hottest nightclubs in Little Havana. He's seen a lot in the past few years, but when his private plane crashes in the Everglades, he finds himself caught in a crossfire of smuggling, lies, double-crosses and deceit that involve international criminals, the U.S. government, and Fidel Castro himself!
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