But thirty-thousand per kilo is a little rich for our blood.
Ninety-Six Percent on a Bad Day
As mentioned previously, I’m working on a new novel – 6,000 Kilos. And Chapter 1 is titled El Naya. I’ve broken the chapter down into 7 sequences – and will be presenting each one – in sequence – over the next seven days.
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Yesterday, we saw Steve Piasceki eavesdrop on a conversation about a major drug deal going down. And today, we watch the bargaining session between an Invisible narco from Colombia and a member of the Sinaloa Cartel.
Here is how Ninety-six Percent on a Bad Day begins …
Luis Diaz is once again sitting behind his large mahogany desk with Eugenio Rosario, his lieutenant, again sitting to his right side, and Alejandro Martinez, his accountant, again sitting to his left. But this time they’re joined by Juan Valdez, who’s sitting directly across the desk from Diaz, in between the other two men.
They’re conversing in Spanish.
“We would really like to get this deal done,” Diaz says.
“As would I,” Juan Valdez says.
“But thirty thousand per kilo is a little rich for our blood.”
“Then go somewhere else,” Juan Valdez says, “and get it for less.”
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