Cocaine, Cupcake by Chester Gattle

Author:Chester Gattle [Gattle, Chester]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chester Gattle
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

XV.

Jacob was early by about twenty minutes. He sat by himself in the center of UABC’s cafeteria, where he’d be easily seen. Overhead, exposed ventilation and iron support beams lined the ceiling. Several thick columns came down and landed among the gray and cream-colored tables and booths arranged neatly throughout the space.

Jacob was eyeing a man and a woman to his left. They were leaning close so as to hear each other over the chorus of cafeteria chatter. Between them, there was a plate of sausage and eggs. Jacob’s stomach rumbled. He gazed at the far wall where there were six food vendors, their sweet, spicy aromas tempting and tormenting him. He couldn’t resist.

He went to Ricardo’s Express and ordered a plate of huevos con chorizo in the shittiest Spanish Ricardo had probably ever heard. But Jacob got his food, and with no thieving seagulls around, he went back to his table to eat it in peace. Unfortunately, his centrally-located table had been taken. There was a booth along the side wall, not particularly visible, but now his best option, so he grabbed it.

The sight lines weren’t very good. The entrance was even partially blocked by one of the columns. He positioned himself at the booth’s edge, making himself as visible as possible to Phil when he walked in.

Between bites of the chorizo, he checked his phone, making sure he hadn’t missed a text. He was also loading up on photos. He’d been snapping pictures ever since he’d reached the border. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular; he just wanted to get as many snapshots as possible. He’d create a cohesive story later. Perhaps he’d even string together a series of posts that spoke to a greater theme; that would be good. That’d look better than what @pugD3AL3R was doing.

Jacob was all about being better than @pugD3AL3R now. The news about the meth distributor’s arrest had unleashed his competitive side. Harvey was no longer a “hyper”. He was his adversary, and if he didn’t step things up and get his act on the road, Harvey would swoop in with another bust or two, and then…then he’d rip his heart out and announce the new @pugD3AL3R book deal.

So it was a good thing he was now sitting in Tijuana. Phil sounded promising. Maybe the guy would even share a story or two about the car modifications he’d done for the cartel. Those could be interesting. Car mods were an art form. It wasn’t just about finding empty space to shove the drugs into, but creating space where there was none, and doing so in precise areas where the smells could fool the drug-sniffing dogs, like the gas tank or engine. Jacob was sure Phil had some great stories, but first and foremost, the Oxy. How much could he get? Did Phil have anything else? If so, where’d he keep it? Could he see it? Jacob was really hoping Phil had a stash house. That’d be the home run he was looking for, but even if he didn’t, Jacob was telling himself it’d be fine.

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