“First we unpick, and then we unravel,” he declares, cracking his cane against the concrete again to bolster the plan.
“Just give me the details.” I glance back at the water. “My flight to Leticia departs in four hours.”
“We eliminate their support networks, starting with their business associates, and then the wives and children. When they die, they will die alone and screaming out my name.” He cackles in amusement.
I used to laugh too, but after everything that’s happened in the last month, it’s a sound that’s resting on shifting sands now. My allegiance is being tested every day by a friendship that caught me unawares.
“Alberto Fernandez went too far with me in Colombia,” I tell him, my censure as subtle as his hate is palpable.
The cackling stops abruptly. “And he paid dearly for his folly. Maybe not by our hand, but still… Justice is close,mi vida. The Santiago Cartel is ours again. The partners are waiting for our signal. All our chess pieces are in place.”
I take one last look at the water, and then I’m turning back to him with a smile.
“Whatever you say….Father.”
To be continued…..