Three hours later, I was sat in the back of an SUV with Andrea as Chico drove. Thankfully, we'd avoided the sketchy boat trip and taken a jungle track away from the house instead but the journey was long and silent. Andrea had forced me into a tight black dress with a deep cleavage and given me a new identity as a girl named Polly.
"Under no circumstances should you let him see your mark," Andrea said positioning my hair over the scar. "Remember what is at cost if he finds out who you are and that I am behind this. That party will turn into a shootout instantly and the blood will be on your hands."
I nodded.
"Who is this man?" I asked.
"I don't have secure ownership over the trading territory in Caracas. There is another cartel rivaling for it, fighting for it, refusing to give up. It's like a war and I lose men to it every single day. This man is the Kingpin to the other cartel, Richardo Gonzalez."