The Cartel (Power of the Dog #2)

by Don Winslow

And he really is a kid. An actual kid. “I should be really pissed at you,” Eddie says. “That stunt in Acapulco—very bad shit.” Feels like he should put him in “time out.” Chuy doesn’t respond. Eddie looks into his eyes and sees nothing there—it’s like staring at a snake. This kid, he has to remember, this freaking junior varsity water boy, cut the heads off five men and rolled them across a disco floor like he was duckpin bowling. Guilty feet ain’t got no rhythm, Eddie thinks. But Diego said to work with these born-again Bible-thumpers, so— “Hey, ‘Texas forever,’ right?” Eddie says. “We pochos have to stick together. Now let’s you and me go bag ourselves some Zeta assholes.” “I kill for the Lord.” “Okay, then,” Eddie says. In the next ninety days, over four hundred narcos will be killed in Uruapan, Apatzingán, Morelia, and Lázaro Cárdenas. The new tag team of Crazy Eddie and Jesus the Kid account for more than a few of them.