“No me diras como entraste. Al menos dime porque estas aqui?”
“I’m going to speak your language out of courtesy, and I’ll answer your questions in a moment. Bien?”
The gray-haired man nodded once, indicating that it was in fact okay. The way he was sitting up in bed made him look ridiculous as his flat, flabby chest shaped the nightshirt he was wearing. That wasn’t important though, the overweight, gray-haired Latino wasn’t armed, and had no weapon or ally close by. Laws had been broken and were he or any of his associates ever found tried, they would likely find themselves in a dark hole for the rest of their lives. But that implied anyone was going to care that the Sinaloa Cartel was gone.
Strangely enough, the neighboring communities would probably care, but he had an idea that deep down, they would rejoice that the people holding their lives in their hands were finally gone. Now the trick was to do something that the next would-be narcos would see as a sign that starting up another empire would be a very bad, ill-advised idea. Of course, plans were already set into place that would seek to set up a system that would replace what this man and his associates had accomplished. It wouldn’t be perfect, few things ever were. But it would give them back their lives, and seek to take the fear that that had become commonplace.
It was a hope that such a thing could happen.
“Your bill has come due Mateo. In fact, it was due nearly a decade ago, and you skipped out before paying.”
The man grinned at him, “You are not DEA.”
“No, no I’m not. And neither are my people. We’re just fed up, and we answer to a boss that wants this over and done with. That’s why we’re scattering pieces of your people all over the valley as we speak.”
The man didn’t pale, nor did he show an ounce of fear. Instead, Mateo de Cuervo looked amused. He’d expected this reaction, as those at the top didn’t think they were ever going to pay.
“The people will not like this,” Mateo said, stifling a yawn at the end of his sentence, “We have been protecting and building their economy for years.”
He wanted to grin so bad that it nearly came out, but instead he inhaled through his nose, deciding to keep up with the conversation for the moment. It would give his people a bit more time to carve up and scatter the pieces of Mateo’s men, who he didn’t appear to believe had been killed. That, or he just didn’t care.
“In ten years, the people might not even remember your name.”
Mateo smiled, “They will remember-“
“I’m going to tell you a story Mateo, and you’re going to shut up and listen.”
The older man betrayed his emotions as his brows lowered just a bit, not enough to be too obvious, but just enough to indicate he was not pleased. No one interrupted him, that much was obvious. No one even challenged this man unless they were tired of living, that was even more obvious. Life was full of surprises though, and he was about to deliver a few of them.
“Now then, back in 2014, when we really thought you’d spent your last day as a free man, something strange happened…”
(to be continued)