"You fucking shot him in the foot," I said about half an hour later. "He's not gonna be able to walk for months."
"They weren't taking us seriously," Luca replied.
"How do you even know how to use a gun?" I asked.
"I've been doing this a long time, Ells," he told me.
"Couldn't you have shot Guillermo?" I asked. "He was clearly the leader."
"You don't fuck around with Guillermo unless you want death."
"Says the one that held him in a headlock with a gun to his head," I muttered.
"That's justifiable. He had you."
"So now what?" I asked looking out into the empty desert.
"We go to Miami. Drop of the shipment and then I'll take you to the airport," he said.
"Are you not coming with me?" I asked.
"I have to go back to Mexico," he told me.
"Why? It's dangerous," I said.
"We pissed Guillermo off and he's not just gonna let it go," he explained. "I can't go back to him after this unless I can get approval from the boss."