Amor y Contrabando
Amor y Contrabando
Love and Contraband
Love and Contraband
The pistol rested on the edge of the coffee table, a reminder of the danger she was in. She’d made it seven years in the business without having to carry a gun around, but in the last few days, everything changed. When they started out, they thought their little business would never be of true interest to the major players of the game. The big boys would continue fighting amongst themselves over control of the international markets, and they, a small independent grower cooperative, would be able to keep the dispensaries in California to themselves. That was how it was always supposed to be, that was all they ever wanted when they entered the business, and for years that was how it was. The cartels waged war against each other and the Mexican government, and they paid off local DEA officials to look the other way as they supplied dispensaries with their product, and shipped some of their product up north to Oregon and Washington. But then things changed, somehow their product ended up in the wrong hands.
© Overflowing Ashtray 2012