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Medellín police prepare the forensics reports.” He waved his arms in the air. “So many opportunities for deception.”
    â€œAll right. Even if Pablo is alive, what does that have to do with me?”
    â€œYou’re his cousin. Maybe you know where he is.”
    â€œYou haven’t been listening. Until five minutes ago, I thought he was dead.”
    â€œI wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t positive he was alive,” Javier said, his tone ominous. “He’s alive, Eugenio. Take my word for it.” He lit a cigarette, then continued. “My father and I want you to find him.”
    â€œWhat?” Eugene said. “Are you crazy? How can I find Pablo Escobar if he doesn’t want to be found.”
    â€œYou’re his cousin.”
    â€œI’ve only met the man three times in my entire life. I hardly know him. He’s a black mark on our family tree.” He made a sweeping motion with his hands. “Look around. I’m not exactly living in opulence here.”
    â€œI didn’t say you knew him well, all I said was that you’re his cousin. That alone can open doors.”
    â€œHow? And where? I don’t understand.”
    â€œSomeone walks into the DEA and tells the agent in charge that he’s Pablo Escobar’s cousin and that he thinks Pablo is alive. Do you think they’re going to listen? I do. At the very least, they’ll interrogate the hell out of him. And once they’re finished, they’ll want to know if the person is correct. And that could start an investigation.”
    â€œYou want me to involve the DEA? Are you nuts? Why don’t you just go and talk to Pablo’s son, Juan? He’s living in the Caymans, from what I hear.”
    Javier’s face clouded over. “Juan Pablo is off limits. Any of Pablo’s immediate family is strictly off limits. If Pablo found out we had approached his mother, his daughter or his son, he would go on a rampage. He wouldn’t rest until we were dead.”
    â€œJesus Christ, you’re scared of someone who is probably dead.”
    â€œAnyone who isn’t scared of Pablo Escobar, dead or alive, is a fool,” Javier said. “I respect his abilities.”
    â€œYou never answered my question about the DEA.”
    â€œI’d rather you found a different way to locate Pablo, but if you have to approach the DEA, so be it. Just keep my name out of things.”
    â€œOr my wife and daughter get hurt.”
    â€œNo, they die.”
    â€œYou bastard,” Eugene fumed. “You heartless, fucking bastard.”
    Javier shrugged and a slow smile spread across his face. “I’ve been called worse. And by a lot tougher people.”
    â€œWhy don’t you just find him yourself?”
    â€œOh, that would be smart,” Javier said sarcastically. “A respected businessman from Medellín asking about Pablo Escobar. Talk about painting yourself with the same brush as Pablo. Maybe I could just turn myself into the police as a narco. I don’t think so, Eugenio. My father and I will try to find him in our own way, but you have more options than we do.”
    â€œNone of them very palatable.”
    Javier shrugged again. “You can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your relatives. Unfortunately for you, Pablo Escobar is part of your family tree, a nasty little part of your bloodline.” Javier snapped his fingers and one of his goons moved forward and dropped a small package on the table. The contents were encased in brown paper and wrapped tight with packing tape. “There’s a hundred thousand American dollars in the package. It’s for your expenses.”
    Eugene stared at the package but made no move to pick it up. “Say I find him. What then?”
    â€œYou let us know where he is.”
    â€œThat’s it? You want me to give up Pablo so you can kill him?”
    â€œI don’t want to kill Pablo.