The Cartel (Power of the Dog #2)

by Don Winslow

every day, helping out and learning the

because he knows that in his business, as in any business, appearances are important.

You can haul product through the desert—by foot, horse, car, and pickup. You can go by water, dumping loads of marijuana and vacuum-sealed cocaine into the ocean for American partners to pick up and bring in. Those are all worthwhile methods. Trucking dwarfs them.

You pay what you need to on a flat-fee basis—salaries and bribes, for instance, are just the cost of doing business. But percentages are to be avoided like debt—they suck the life out of a business.

Life, he muses, always gives you an excuse to take what you want anyway. —

Adán blinks in disbelief. “You gave your word. You swore on your soul.” Keller shoots him twice in the face. Then he drops the gun and walks back into the jungle’s darkness.

People don’t run the cartel; the cartel runs people.

“Be still and know that I am God.”