Narcos -

“Now.”

He crossed the street. They crossed the street. Narcos

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

“What’s this?” Chuzo asked.

“Done,” Peña said. “There’s a Cessna at the Olaya Herrera airport. Leaves in two hours. Tell your wife to pack light—one suitcase. And Luis? Don’t go home. Go straight to the airport. I’ll meet you there with the files.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about

Luis tried to speak, but blood filled his mouth. He thought of Elena. Of Mateo. Of the refrigerator and the new bicycle and the lie that he had never killed anyone.

Luis hung up. He walked back toward his apartment, not running, not walking slow—just moving. A man with no destination. A man who had just signed his own death warrant.