“We’ve each got about a quarter million stashed with that bank we’ve being flying to with the inheritance valuables. We are following your example of keeping ahold of our money so it can’t be grabbed.”
Robert added, “We also thought about getting new identities so we could go back as new people. So long as we don’t draw any attention under our new identities, we should be able to remain under the radar. Neither of us have wives or steady ladies, nor do our families want contact to any great degree at this point.”
“I don’t understand. This desire to return home is not for families or love? What are you going to do once you get back to the States with your new identities? You can’t just go get a day job because that seems too out of character. Pilots in the United States have to have background checks which new identities rarely pass. You can’t go back to your old locations and friends because the federales are hoping you’ll do just that.
“Even with what you have saved, which is commendable, you don’t have enough money to retire. So logic suggests that you will end up in your old line of work: robbing banks and running drugs. You can do that from here, and it doesn’t require an identity change. With moving out the drug lords, the drug market could become lucrative again. We could hook back up the drug business, use our U.S. contact, Joel, and you could run it from here with our infrastructure. Of course, I’ll want a cut of the profits.” Carlos grinned and yet still looked sympathetic.
JC and Robert looked at each other at the thought of the proposal. They had not considered some of the points that Carlos brought up. Neither of them shook their heads in denial of Carlos’s statements. He waited a while to let them mull the proposed transfer of the business.
Carlos emphasized, “However, if you still want to go, then I understand and approve. But here is the deal. Don’t come back here under any circumstances. You two cannot come back, ever.”
JC is taken aback a little and asked, “Why couldn’t we come back? I mean I wasn’t planning on coming back. Like I told you, I’m homesick and don’t want to come back here. No offense, Carlos.”
“The rule stands. If you leave, don’t come back. I will shoot you on sight with no questions and no discussion.
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