He sat behind his mahogany polished wood desk with his face in his hands. Her things were already packed up in one corner. He remembered they had slept in the same bedroom the previous night and the thought that he would never see her again broke him completely. But at the same time, the feeling made him vindictive. He sought revenge by all means and was going to get it no matter the cost.
“El Chapo!” Hunter called out, searching his second drawer.
“Yes boss.” He said, standing with his hands behind him.
“The funeral is tomorrow, everything has to be in place. Security cameras and your boys should be on standby and active. Was the area surveyed?”
“Yes boss. We've done that already and we have few spies watching and reporting hourly for any suspicious movements or inordinate meetings.”
