Narcos
Pablo Escobar never killed anyone. That’s what Luis Herrera told himself as he walked the twelve blocks from his modest apartment to the neon glow of the Monaco building. Luis was an auxiliar de contabilidad , a junior accountant. He didn’t pack cocaine. He didn’t pull triggers. He just made numbers dance.
For two weeks, Luis had done nothing. Then came the night of the silver delivery.
“Now.”
He turned left. They turned left.
Above him, Chuzo stepped off the motorcycle, pulling off his helmet. Narcos
“Jefe wants the November numbers,” Chuzo said.
He crossed the street. They crossed the street. Pablo Escobar never killed anyone
Javier Peña sat in a folding chair, staring at a blank wall. On the table in front of him was a single piece of paper: the page from Luis’s ledger, the one with the eagle watermark.