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Enrique paced back and forth across the stern of his yacht. The yacht that used to belong to Escobedo before Enrique decided he wanted it as a way to gain the South American’s attention. The name, Gun and Run, had been painted over the christened name on the back of the boat, which David knew from maritime legend was bad luck. He stood in the shade and watched Enrique’s agitation grow.
“They should be back by now. Where the f**k are they?” He tried his cell phone again. The signal was there because the yacht had its own cell tower, but no one was answering on the other end.
Enrique shouted orders to untie the dock lines and move away from the end of the pier where he and David had boarded upon returning to Ensenada from Columbia. He was still angry over the meeting with Escobedo that
