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Peter
The Colombian arms dealer picks up on the third ring.
“Trouble in paradise?” he says silkily.
“On your end too, I imagine,” I answer calmly. The last thing I want is for Esguerra to sniff out any hint of desperation. “I think we can help each other.”
He laughs derisively. “Yeah, sure.”
“Do you know who’s behind this s**t show?”
“I have a pretty good idea. The former general, right? The fucker you didn’t kill because you wanted to play house in the suburbs?”
Fuck. Of course he would know this already. Information is as much Esguerra’s stock in trade as the weapons he produces.
I change my tactics. “Listen, I’m sorry this has spilled over to you and your business. But the only way to fix this is to expose Henderson and what he’s done. And I know exactly how to do that.”
“R
