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“No, I swear it!” André pleads “They’re scared I mean, can you blame them?”

I take note of the situation I have the accountant in—pinned against a steel counter with flauess it’s understandable, to be scared of such things

“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” I sneer

“Because I was scared”

I don’t like that answer “Coward You weren’t so scared when you took my money”

“Money is esturesI toss the useless piece of junk aside and he stues to catch hiainst a knob

“So, are they going to reject , then?”

André lifts hiht brown hair that tuel,” he wheezes “And if you ever truly want to go legiti so well, like this At least, in public”

He’s not wrong,similar sentiments, but I’ve tried the quiet route before, and it’s so frustrating that I always come back madder than ever There isn’t anyone I trust et done—it doesn’t hurt that I also happen to love the outlet of all this savage violence; it’ll be a cold day in hell when I willfully give it up

“And what do you reco the answer

“Lay low for a while Let your hired irl, settle down, pay for some puff pieces Hell, ht now, you’re too wild Just because you’re the leader of a cartel, doesn’t mean you have to act like one The most successful criuish froe businessman or politician”

André seems to realize the mistake of what he just uttered nearly as quickly as I do My clenched fist is back around his stretched collar before he can even blink

“Did you just call ly

“Angel I’ by it It was an honest mistake”

What I do for a living is no secret, but saying it out loud is blasphemous I’m hardly worried about the Colombian authorities, but the A events like these, and any word that could be used againstto kill for “There’s nothing honest about you,” I snort, pushing André as far away frootten the information I came here for, and it’s not what I wanted to hear Now, I just need to let off so isn’t going to get me anywhere I still need him He’s not out of the woo