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claimed came out of that room. We signed the letter with “Adios.”
    They made a big mistake, stealing from us! We had thrown in the Adios in hopes that we could keep them off track by making it look like it could have been a South American Cartel that was responsible for the murders, not Cubans.
    At any rate, we were in the drug business and now involved in all the violence and money, with the confidence that comes with it. We were high on ourselves and could take over the state, the US and the world!
    We started making moves that only our reputation could support. My theory is that it’s better to be feared than respected. The underworld talk was of the four cops that were murdered and us in the same breath, but never to us. Soon we were moving hundreds of kilos per month and making millions.
    With more money, of course, comes yet larger houses, boats, cars and diamonds and soon lots of attention! We were bigger than our supplier even though he got bigger along with us; therefore we wanted better deals.
    Before long we got a call from our supplier’s boss requesting a meeting at the diner in little Havana where I first met with Carlos. I was surprised to see him there with someone else. When we sat down to talk, the man called Equator told me he wanted me to meet the man who moved truckloads of goods each month.
    He said that all things would stay the same, except our goods would be cheaper by six hundred dollars per kilo, and Carlos would get rid of all his other customers and deal with us exclusively from this point on. He would be paid on the side.
    After the meeting I thought about the new deal, and thought it good, but wondered why we even needed Carlos. I had noticed that during the meeting while Equator was speaking, Carlos had a lot of tells going on. I could tell he did not like this one, and that he knew his time as a middle man was limited. He knew his days were numbered.
    I informed my partners of the new deal and pricing. They agreed that we didn’t really need Carlos in the deal at this point.
    “Let’s leave it like it is for now, but I’ll think about it,” I said. “We’ll talk about it in a month or so.”
    Roberto and Juan then announced that they had both given their notice at their “real” jobs, and Tomas said he was tired of being a plumber.
    “Are you guys crazy?” I said. “Tomas, you’re driving a one hundred thirty-five thousand Land Rover and all of us have boats and have purchased huge homes. We’re cop magnets and are drawing too much attention to ourselves. We’ll end up in jail if we keep this up!” I reminded them of “Scarface,” the movie, and that it was our hill to die on if we screwed up. “I think we must cool it a little and stop flaunting our wealth.”
    “Roberto and Juan,” I said, “I want you to go back and buy the businesses where you worked so you’ll have a job and a legitimate income. Tomas, I suggest you do the same with the plumbing company.”
    Tomas cut a deal to buy the plumbing business later that same week. Roberto and Juan met with me, saying they were unable to buy the companies they worked for.
    “I’ll fix it,” I said and met with the owners of the companies and in no time set up a deal to keep Roberto and Juan on the payroll. They would cash their checks every two weeks and give the cash back to the owner with no receipt, of course.
    Now, at least, all three of them had a job on paper and a “legitimate” income.
    By this time, our cocaine business encompassed half the Eastern Seaboard from Florida to New York. We were having trouble storing and getting rid of the money. We had pallets that held ten million per pallet in storage lockers which would soon be full.
    Carlos called to have a meeting at a warehouse in downtown Miami that night. He said he had something very important to discuss that concerned us all. We met him at midnight, which made us a little nervous to begin with, so Tomas and Roberto staked out the warehouse