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Chapters (82)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTY-ONE
  45. FORTY-TWO
  46. FORTY-THREE
  47. FORTY-FOUR
  48. FORTY-FIVE
  49. FORTY-SIX
  50. FORTY-SEVEN
  51. FORTY-EIGHT
  52. FORTY-NINE
  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTY-ONE
  55. FIFTY-TWO
  56. FIFTY-THREE
  57. FIFTY-FOUR
  58. FIFTY-FIVE
  59. FIFTY-SIX
  60. FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. FIFTY-NINE
  63. SIXTY
  64. SIXTY-ONE
  65. SIXTY-TWO
  66. SIXTY-THREE
  67. SIXTY-FOUR
  68. SIXTY-FIVE
  69. SIXTY-SIX
  70. SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. SIXTY-NINE
  73. SEVENTY
  74. SEVENTY-ONE
  75. SEVENTY-TWO
  76. SEVENTY-THREE
  77. SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. SEVENTY-SIX
  80. Praise for Blood in the Water
  81. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Two shot glasses and a bottle were swiftly placed on the grooved table between them. Javier poured a single shot, picked it up and threw it down his throat. He put the shot glass back on the table and filled both his and Soh’s. Soh picked his glass up, his eyes never leaving those of the man across the table. They both drank.

Javier Carpio stared at him for a long moment before he spoke again. “The routes are set,” he said finally. “The supply is limitless. Two directions. One from our friends in Colombia to your people in California, the other from Afghanistan, across land to the Mediterranean, here to your port of Boston.”

Soh glanced out through the grime-caked window toward the water. The warehouse that served as his headquarters sat by a small pier at the northern edge of East Boston. It was a convenient place from which to operate on a limited scale, but there was little doubt that a larger, more suitable location would have to be found if the plan were to move forward. “Price and quality?”

“As discussed.” The man poured two more shots.

“And the leadership?”

They were both captains in MS-13, one of the most dangerous criminal gangs in the world. They knew that doing business behind the backs of their superiors was risky, and would result in death if discovered before they could finish their plans.

“They will be informed in good time,” Javier said. “This is a deal that I offer to you as an individual. To strengthen you as well as the organization.”

“We have a deal, then,” Soh said.

The man shook his head. “Not yet. There is one thing that you must do before we are agreed.”

Soh patiently folded his hands in front of him on the table. In his experience, people always wanted something more.

“My younger brother,” Carpio said.

Soh frowned. “His situation is a great offense to you, no doubt.”

“It is,” Javier agreed. “It is a great offense to all of us, and it must be rectified. We are putting together a plan, and we need assistance along the shore. You are our representative here. Can you help us?”

“An escape?” Soh frowned. “It would be virtually impossible.”

“Virtually, perhaps. But he is my brother. Besides, with the right weapons and the right plan, anything is possible.”

Soh considered the request, and chose his words carefully. “There are those in the leadership who question your brother’s sanity. I do not agree with them, of course. But an escape attempt would be violent and would bring the full anger of the police.”

“It would,” Carpio agreed. He stared at Soh without saying anything else.