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Authors: Jayna King
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to handle getting Maria and Nadia away from Luis, but I also needed to take care of the business we'd come down to do.
"How far away's this meeting?" I asked Joker when he and Zeno climbed in the huge SUV.
"Luis said it's on the other side of town. Shouldn't take more than half an hour or so."
Zeno pulled his ball cap down over his eyes, though the dark tinted windows screened out most of the sun. "Wake me up when we get there," he said, closing his eyes.
"So where did you run off to last night?" Joker asked. "Luis didn't seem too happy that you and your girl were both gone."
"She was entertaining me. I'll handle it with Luis."
"I don't give a shit what you were up to. You're a grown-ass man, and I'm sure the whore can take care of herself."
I started to tell Joker not to call Maria a whore, but I stopped myself. I had a feeling that my decision to extricate her from her fucked-up situation wasn't going to make much sense to Joker, and I wanted to sort things out before I brought it up. After all, he was right -- I was a grown man, and I could make my own decisions.
"Any guesses about what Don Roberto's going to pitch to us?"
Joker shook his head. "Not really. The obvious thing would be coke and maybe weed, too."
"What are your thoughts on that?"
"Well, I don't know that we need it. We're doing okay with the crank and the girls. We all have more money than we actually need, and I don't know that it makes sense to start bringing in a bunch of shit from Mexico."
"Agreed," I said, relieved that Joker was thinking along the same lines as I was. "Are we gonna vote on it?"
"Probably should. Let's see what he offers us. If it's a sweet deal, we might be foolish to turn it down. And we need the shit he's already moving across the border for us. If we don't have what he's getting to us, we have no meth operation."
"Guess we can't really afford to piss him off."
"You got that right. But he don't need to know that."
"You're pretty smart for an old man," I said, laughing. I might not agree with Joker on everything, but he was my uncle, and I loved him in spite of his flaws.
"I'm gonna take a page outta Zeno's book and get some shuteye," Joker said, leaning back against the cool, leather seats.
I figured I'd use the silence to plan my next move.
It wasn't long before we pulled up next to a wrought iron gate that surrounded a low, adobe building screened from the road by a tangle of bushes. I elbowed Joker and Zeno.
"Think we're here."
They looked out the window and we waited for the car to some to a stop. The gate swung open and a young man in a suit and mirrored sunglasses stepped outside. Joker opened the car door.
"Welcome," the young man said, looking up and down the street, as if to check to ensure that we were alone. "Don Roberto is waiting for you."
He led us inside the gate, taking care to close and lock it behind us. It appeared that there wouldn't be any way for us to get out quickly, and I hoped there wouldn't be any reason to.
We followed the sidewalk to the front of the house, and even on that brief a walk, I'd broken a sweat by the time we got to the front door. The young man opened the door, and we followed him inside. It was blessedly cool, and so dark that it took my eyes a minute to adjust. The man led us into a study, where an older gentleman sat behind a large desk carved out of gleaming, dark wood.
"Don Roberto," the man said as an introduction, before leaving the room and pulling the door closed behind him.
The older gentleman stood up. "Welcome to my home. I am Don Roberto, and it is a pleasure to meet you at last. Luis tells me that he took good care of you last night. I trust your accommodations were ... comfortable?"
Joker stepped forward. "Luis is a good man. He took care of us, and it's a pleasure to meet you."
We introduced ourselves, and Don Roberto waved us toward three chairs that faced the desk. I got the impression that he had no interest in pretending that we were his
"How far away's this meeting?" I asked Joker when he and Zeno climbed in the huge SUV.
"Luis said it's on the other side of town. Shouldn't take more than half an hour or so."
Zeno pulled his ball cap down over his eyes, though the dark tinted windows screened out most of the sun. "Wake me up when we get there," he said, closing his eyes.
"So where did you run off to last night?" Joker asked. "Luis didn't seem too happy that you and your girl were both gone."
"She was entertaining me. I'll handle it with Luis."
"I don't give a shit what you were up to. You're a grown-ass man, and I'm sure the whore can take care of herself."
I started to tell Joker not to call Maria a whore, but I stopped myself. I had a feeling that my decision to extricate her from her fucked-up situation wasn't going to make much sense to Joker, and I wanted to sort things out before I brought it up. After all, he was right -- I was a grown man, and I could make my own decisions.
"Any guesses about what Don Roberto's going to pitch to us?"
Joker shook his head. "Not really. The obvious thing would be coke and maybe weed, too."
"What are your thoughts on that?"
"Well, I don't know that we need it. We're doing okay with the crank and the girls. We all have more money than we actually need, and I don't know that it makes sense to start bringing in a bunch of shit from Mexico."
"Agreed," I said, relieved that Joker was thinking along the same lines as I was. "Are we gonna vote on it?"
"Probably should. Let's see what he offers us. If it's a sweet deal, we might be foolish to turn it down. And we need the shit he's already moving across the border for us. If we don't have what he's getting to us, we have no meth operation."
"Guess we can't really afford to piss him off."
"You got that right. But he don't need to know that."
"You're pretty smart for an old man," I said, laughing. I might not agree with Joker on everything, but he was my uncle, and I loved him in spite of his flaws.
"I'm gonna take a page outta Zeno's book and get some shuteye," Joker said, leaning back against the cool, leather seats.
I figured I'd use the silence to plan my next move.
It wasn't long before we pulled up next to a wrought iron gate that surrounded a low, adobe building screened from the road by a tangle of bushes. I elbowed Joker and Zeno.
"Think we're here."
They looked out the window and we waited for the car to some to a stop. The gate swung open and a young man in a suit and mirrored sunglasses stepped outside. Joker opened the car door.
"Welcome," the young man said, looking up and down the street, as if to check to ensure that we were alone. "Don Roberto is waiting for you."
He led us inside the gate, taking care to close and lock it behind us. It appeared that there wouldn't be any way for us to get out quickly, and I hoped there wouldn't be any reason to.
We followed the sidewalk to the front of the house, and even on that brief a walk, I'd broken a sweat by the time we got to the front door. The young man opened the door, and we followed him inside. It was blessedly cool, and so dark that it took my eyes a minute to adjust. The man led us into a study, where an older gentleman sat behind a large desk carved out of gleaming, dark wood.
"Don Roberto," the man said as an introduction, before leaving the room and pulling the door closed behind him.
The older gentleman stood up. "Welcome to my home. I am Don Roberto, and it is a pleasure to meet you at last. Luis tells me that he took good care of you last night. I trust your accommodations were ... comfortable?"
Joker stepped forward. "Luis is a good man. He took care of us, and it's a pleasure to meet you."
We introduced ourselves, and Don Roberto waved us toward three chairs that faced the desk. I got the impression that he had no interest in pretending that we were his
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