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cleared through customs. They then were escorted to the stretch limos so they could be transported to Jorge Santa Cruz’s vast estate. Tired from their four-and-a-half-hour flight from Oklahoma City, Tari sat back and relaxed as the SUV limousine rolled smoothly through the city of Cali, Colombia. As they rode through some extremely poor-looking neighborhoods Tari felt saddened as she stared at dirty children playing in the fields kicking soccer balls around. She once again realized how good they had it in America.
    A little over an hour the areas slowly transformed from poverty stricken to some very expensive-looking homes. Tari was amazed at how quickly they went from such a grimy looking area to some of the most beautiful landscapes she had ever seen in her life. When she asked the driver of the SUV about this he told her that the neighborhoods they passed first were called La phallia and was considered a ghetto and low-income neighborhoods. Whereas now they were entering the neighborhoods called La primera. This neighborhood housed the wealthy and the blessed. Tari shook her head from side to side and Taz started laughing.
    â€œCome on, Tee, you act like this is new to you. It’s just like back home, you got Nichols Hills and you got the east side, the only difference is we’re now in South America instead of the good old U.S.A.”
    â€œStill is some sad stuff to be looking at.”
    â€œIt is what it is though.”
    Twenty minutes later the driver pulled the limo into what looked like a castle to Taz. A huge wrought-iron gate opened and they entered a large compound-like area. When the limo came to a stop in front of the castle Taz saw Jorge Santa Cruz standing in the doorway with a huge smile on his face. Wonder if he’ll still be smiling after I drop this bomb on his ass, Taz thought as he got out of the limo and stepped toward Jorge Santa Cruz with his hand outstretched for a handshake with the cartel leader. They shook hands firmly and smiled at one another. “You look good, Mr. Santa Cruz.”
    â€œYou know better than that, Taz; call me Jorge. Come, you and your associates must be tired from your flight here. Come and we shall eat a nice lunch before we get to the business, sí? ”
    â€œ Sí, ” Taz said as he followed Jorge inside of his home followed closely by Tari, Bob, and Wild Bill.
    One hour later they were all full from a hearty lunch of fish, rice with yucca, a potato-like vegetable that Columbians like to eat with their seafood dishes. Crabs, whole lobsters, several different types of shrimps and platano, basically a green banana mixed with their food for added flavor. They all wore content smiles as Jorge Santa Cruz led them out of the dining area to a huge sitting room. He told one of his security detail that they were not to be disturbed and had him close the door. He then turned and went to the bar to pour them all something to drink.
    Jorge Santa Cruz was a relatively small man. He stood close to five foot nine, was slim and in very good shape for a man in his mid-fifties. He had brown eyes and a salt-and-pepper mustache that reminded Taz of Won. After pouring everyone a glass of wine he raised his glass in the air and said, “A toast. To good business and long-lasting relationships in a business where friends shouldn’t become enemies. Cheers.”
    As Taz sipped his drink he couldn’t help but wonder if Jorge knew something about what he’d come to discuss with him. He watched as Jorge made himself comfortable on a soft leather sofa then wasted no time in getting straight to the point. “Jorge, we’re here because I have some very important things to discuss with you.”
    â€œBut of course, Taz. I knew once you requested my permission to come to my lovely country that it was of serious importance. So please do not mince your words; speak to me, my friend.”
    Taz gave a slight nod and said, “This will be the last