When I got back to the warehouse, Andrea was sat slouched at a table with his long legs stretched out and twirling a gun between the fingers of one hand and a small laptop to the side of him.
I walked over to him and put the parcel on the table, along with the 'you owe me' note and the gun before sliding it across to me.
"You could have told me," I stated.
"Told you what?" He asked looking up for the first time.
"That one, I needed 5,000 dollars and two, the gun isn't loaded," I said.
He didn't respond but instead gestured to the man who had driven me.
He picked up the parcel from the table and left the warehouse again. It was at that point that I noticed the four smears of blood on the floor.
"Whose is that?" I asked quietly.
"Oh, the blood?" He asked casually before he pointed to the first smear. "That one is Esteban. Then Richardo, Eduardo and Guillermo. They are all dead."