Eric
The smell of dirt and tobacco swirled around my senses as I listened to the sounds of the sophisticated tunnel we had built between San Diego and Rosarito. It utilized a rail system, steel shoring, and an electric ventilation system. It was one of best designs to date and something a lot of others had tried before but failed. When we weren’t moving girls through here, I’d rent out the space to the other side of Castillo’s operation and they’d move cocaine, meth, and h****n through. But I oversaw everything; that was my number one rule. I knew what was coming through, when it came through, and who the buyers were.
“Eric?” Alejandro held up his phone as he came closer. “The buyer is here, and the girls should be arriving within the next few minutes.”
“Here?” I looked over his shoulde
