How could he be missing? Javier wondered. What on earth is going on with his people? He has literally made sure everything was alright; how could he...? Javier couldn't make sense of it, or could there be a mole in his gang? Is that why things are messy?
Javier tightened his fist. He has to figure it out today.
Ending the call, Javier turned to Raymone, his expression dark.
"What is it?' Raymone asked.
"They fucking lost him," he said. "I swear; it seems my words do not mean anything to them."
"You're kidding me!" Raymone exclaimed.
"I bet you, I'm not kidding," he retorted. "These men – I'll have to deal with them. This is how they lost Steward, and even Isai did not do his passport. If he had fucking gotten his passport, none of this would have happened."
Javier and Raymone started to walk fast to get to the car.