Chapter 9 - 7: A Black Market Full of Mysteries (Part 2)
"Are you sure Claude will contact Farrell?"
Stella frowned. There were only three of us, but Farrell wasn’t just anybody—he was a dangerous figure, with at least six armed guys in the market.
"I’m sure, Mad Dog Claude wants to leave Miami, he’ll fence his stash, sell the cocaine he has. Only a few organizations can swallow such a large batch, and all the gangs in Miami are into double-crossing each other. Claude can only go to Farrell because this guy still has smuggling routes to Central and South America."
"Go on!" Stella agreed with my assessment.
"Now, the only one who can shelter Claude is Farrell."
"Very insightful analysis. Let’s get moving!"
"Move? Going to the other side’s lair now?" Amir was indecisive, "But will he tell us anything?"
I opened the car door, "He definitely won’t."
"Then what are you planning?" Stella also knew that even if the MPD came knocking, it’d be tough to get Farrell to speak.
I smiled without answering.
"I can’t do it, I don’t believe you can either, Kenny, if you’re messing with me, I’ll crush your balls!" Stella said angrily, because she didn’t trust Farrell to be honest.