Finally, Jack drew his hand away from the holster. Not because he’d changed his mind—but because he knew, with the terrible clarity of a man who had seen too much, that his son was right about one thing.
Jack felt the floor tilt. “You didn't. Tell me you didn't.”
“I’m selling transportation . Pharmaceuticals, avocados, sometimes cocaine. The cocaine’s not the point.” Carlton stepped closer, voice dropping. “You spent ten years chasing Pablo because you thought he was evil. He wasn't evil. He was sloppy . He burned churches and shot politicians and made himself a target. I don’t do that. I file taxes. I donate to hospitals. I own the mayor of Bogotá’s brother-in-law’s consulting firm.”
“You should go,” Jack said quietly.
Finally, Jack drew his hand away from the holster. Not because he’d changed his mind—but because he knew, with the terrible clarity of a man who had seen too much, that his son was right about one thing.
Jack felt the floor tilt. “You didn't. Tell me you didn't.”
“I’m selling transportation . Pharmaceuticals, avocados, sometimes cocaine. The cocaine’s not the point.” Carlton stepped closer, voice dropping. “You spent ten years chasing Pablo because you thought he was evil. He wasn't evil. He was sloppy . He burned churches and shot politicians and made himself a target. I don’t do that. I file taxes. I donate to hospitals. I own the mayor of Bogotá’s brother-in-law’s consulting firm.”
“You should go,” Jack said quietly.
