Chapter Fifty-Two
Ricardo Molina paced the floor in the suite of the Hyatt hotel. He was enraged and exhausted. Being a politician in Mexico was dangerous, and he knew that assassinations weren’t uncommon. Taking a position against internal corruption was even more dangerous.
The thing he had on his side was the enormous popularity he held with the people. If enough of the people were on your side, anyone threatening you would be facing the wrath of the masses. He believed that gave him a level of protection. Because of that, his opponents had taken a different path. They wanted to control him, not destroy him.
This was the only reason he believed he was still alive. The sniper yesterday was sending a message. ‘We can get you anytime we want.’
It was true, and Ricardo knew it. Just as
