CHAPTER ELEVEN
Chucho Contera had had a mysterious visitor at the hospital early one morning. When Memo came to see him later, he did not tell his brother about it.
All he said was, "I have a business deal to take care of, Memo, and my bank funds are low - "
Memo gave his brother a puzzled look. "You need pesos, is that it?" he asked.
"Desperately," Chucho said.
"I see," Memo said, still showing mild surprise.
"You have money, hermano." Chucho grinned. "Lots of it. And you have a reputation. Everyone says you know bulls!"
"I'm flattered," Memo said to his brother. "But how much do you want?"
"Roughly, twenty million pesos. That is, ten million pesos, and ten million in Swiss francs. By the way, you don't happen to have a bank account in Switzerland, do you?"
Memo whistled throu
