“I wanted him alive,” Dennis says, looking down at Doc’s body. “Biggest bust of my career.”
Lado shrugs.
“So you’re on the cartel’s payroll,” Dennis says.
Lado looks at him.
Says, “Just like you.”
Five hundred K for a walkaway, and Filipo had it all on tape.
“You work for us now,” Lado says. “I’m moving north. With my family. I want a green card and a CI designation.”
Dennis nods.
Granite countertops aren’t cheap.