by Brian Silverman William F. Santos Maurizio was hiding in one of three places: the back room of the Happy I rum shop on the windward side of the island, his mother-in-law’s house in the hills, or in the Picadilly caves in Montvedin parish in the volcanic center of the island. Knowing Maurizio as I did, my guess would be the Happy I. But I wasn’t guessing. And I wasn’t telling. If Maurizio wanted to hide, that was his business. If he wanted to disappear while his family, his