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starting at noon.
    About 7 p.m. several well-armed men arrived and went inside. They were obviously setting a trap and were going to kill us.
    We loaded up with hand guns and several clips and four auto 12-gauge shot guns and lots of 00 buck each. We decided our best play would be to keep them waiting long enough so they think we are not going to show up.
    We spirited up in two cars and set up across the street from the entrance and waited for them to give up and leave. When they finally came out together about 3 a.m. we let go with the double 00 buck until our shotguns were empty. Then we went to our pistols after we threw the 12-gauges to the ground.
    Carlos’s group got off a few shots, but they hit the air and dirt because the 00s were already tearing through their bodies as twenty rounds of 12-gauge were fired at them in a matter of seconds before they were assaulted by the big clip 9s. They were most likely dead before the 9s.
    When the smoke cleared we saw that the walls behind them were full of pock marks, and eleven men in all were lying in a pile.
    We put our guns in one trunk, and three of us got in the other car. Juan drove the truck with his tools on the seat next to him and was dressed in his work clothes. If he was stopped he could claim that he was on a call to a customer whose air conditioner had broken.
    I took all the guns out of the car when we arrived home to my garage and took them apart. I then put the parts in bait boxes with live bait and water in case I was stopped on my way to deep six them. I would throw them in the water here and there. I didn’t have to worry about the jumpsuits we wore, but even the shotguns could be identified by the strike marks and empty shells. There was no hard evidence to tie us to the murders now, only circumstantial.
    Soon we had a new problem. In a week we would be out of cocaine, and we did not know how to get in touch with the big boss.
    We just sat on our hands and waited for him to call, half expecting a hit squad from him to take us out.
    Finally he got in touch with me, asking to meet with me on his terms. I was to meet him at a diner the next day and was told to make sure I brought my Trac phone with me.
    I arrived at the diner on time, and my phone went off. I was given instructions to meet him at another place.
    When I approached my car two armed men put me in the shotgun side after disarming me. One of the men sat directly behind me in the back seat. During the whole trip I thought he was going to shoot me in the back of the head. I prayed it would be over quickly.
    The shot never came, and before long we pulled up to a white house. Waiting for us inside were four heavily armed men and the boss. He was sitting at a desk, and I sat opposite him, thinking that I was going to be tortured and killed for what my partners and I had done.
    “Geraldo, don’t you ever do that again. From now on, you are never to hit anybody without getting the okay from me first. If you do, your whole family and all your friends will pay for it. Are we clear on this?”
    “Crystal,” I said. Of course I agreed. 
    “I know who the four of you are now and what you are capable of, and I’ll never forget that you guys will rock and roll in an instant with no indecision. On one hand, the four of you did me a favor, but cost me a lot of money on the other, so I expect you to make up the difference. Your weekly quota just went up twenty percent. You will never see me again as I don’t like or need to be seen.” He nodded to his henchmen. “They will take you back to your car.” That was the last time I saw the boss from Columbia.
    I told the guys what had taken place and about the new marching orders. They asked if I trusted him.
    “I wouldn’t trust him if he was two days dead, so watch yourselves.”
    “He better watch out for us!” Tomas said.
    “You got that right,” Roberto said.
    “Yeah,” Juan chimed in.
    I could tell by their comments and attitude that they thought