“Is he a drug lord or a saint?” Hayes asked, exasperated.
“Why do you think they call him ‘El Jefe’? They speak of him with reverence. He’s as far removed from the other one as a saint is from sin.” He shook his head. “I don’t know how he ever ended up involved in the drug trade in the first place. He’s independently wealthy. He doesn’t need it.”
“Maybe he likes the risk and the rep,” Hayes replied.
Cash chuckled. “Maybe he does.”
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