Sonia
was at her estate, well past Tampico ’s
city limits. Lounging almost naked by
the pool, she briefly thought about her life before all the money. Growing up on the streets, you take what you
can when you can take it, without regrets.
Just like now, but on a larger and more profitable scale. Living like that, dirt poor, was no longer an
option for Sonia. Never again. She had more
money than she could ever spend. She
loved her body; the best Brazilian boob, ass, labiaplasty, and face lift money
could buy. If I was a man, she thought,
this is the kind of body I’d want to fuck.
While admiring herself, the maid brought her the mail – nothing but
junk. It was enough to bring her back to
business. Sonia picked up her satellite
telephone and punched in a number.
The voice on the other end said, “Ola
jefe.”
“Did you turn up anything on that
cocksucker, Julio Rivera,” Sonia said.
“The trail went cold in Galveston a while ago,
jefe. He went to ground,
somewhere.”
“Dammit,” Sonia said. “I’m spending a ton of cash trying to find
that piece of shit. Something’s gotta
pop up soon.” The real truth – Sonia
only paid Nick and her man on the other end of the line. But her man did not need to know that.
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