Narcos

But tonight was different. Tonight, a man named Javier Peña was waiting for him.

Chuzo stared for a long, terrible second. Then he grinned. “You accountants. You’re all thieves.” He tucked the ledger under his arm and left. Narcos

Luis did the only thing he could. He laughed. “You think Pablo would let me use American paper? It’s a watermark from the Bogotá printer. Counterfeit. Like everything else.” But tonight was different

“Jefe wants the November numbers,” Chuzo said. Then he grinned

“You know what Pablo said?” Chuzo asked, crouching down. “He said, ‘Luis is a good accountant. Too good. A good accountant knows where the bodies are buried—because he helped count them.’”

Luis felt his coffee turn to acid in his stomach. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”