A target painted on Tristan's back
"Now tell me—what exactly did you find, Kevin?"
"I found out how Cuatro Angulos got so much drugs past the border, Mr. Hayes."
Tristan's eyes widened. That was a secret worth over ten million dollars! Judging by Kevin's smile, he realized that, too.
"The boss of Cuatro Angulos has a few very high-profile people under his thumb. The kind that can go past customs without their luggage being checked, and have reasons to often travel between America and Mexico. That's not their only way of bypassing border control, but it seems to be the main one for drug-related things."
"That's… incredible. But, hm. There was still nothing on the Angulos boss himself?"
"No, Mr. Hayes. He's very secretive. Which is understandable, considering the price on his head put by the Mexican government."
Tristan nodded. He'd hide his name too, if he didn't have the luxury of a secret identity, anyway.