THIS NOVEL HISTORY CAN BE ANY ONE OF Colombian drug barons, DE ... OR ANY OTHER
1 BOOK ONE
Mario Bedoya was satisfied and happy in his new job. One month before she was serving as head of an important portfolio of apparel distribution company and the manager that morning, after congratulating the way as efficient as he was exercising his duties, he had announced his intention of sending in collection mission, major cities.
The news was received pleasantly, because like most low-income Colombians, had recently visited his homeland. Knew only a few municipalities in the department of Antioquia and Medellin, the capital, where he lived.
Thanks to his father, a professor of secondary education into state service, he worked in several formal education institutes located in different regions of the department, and in each transfer dragged behind his family, knew several municipalities Antioquia.
Now in his new position, he was offered the chance to meet Mario major cities throughout the country, Colombia.
"I visit to Barranquilla, Bogotá, Cali and Pereira," said the manager. This route will be done in two weeks. Bogota, the capital of the country requires at least eight days of hard work. I recommend that you arrange the trip so that the weekend it could happen here in Medellin with family.
Mario had good reasons to feel comfortable in his new job. The salary was higher than where it was earning previously provided services. To this was added the lure of travel is not negligible, even in a business plan.
However, not everything was hunky-dory. Not explained why his assistant and chief accounting department, told a very hidden and buried hostility. "Maybe it's because we have not yet mated with each other, but this time will take care to solve," he thought.
From his deep abstraction took it out the thunderous noise produced turbines of a jet plane maneuvered in the Olaya Herrera Airport, whose neighborhood was one of the minor annoyances of his new job.
Another minor inconvenience was having to take two buses, morning and evening, and moved to his home in Buenos Aires neighborhood. This discomfort is avoided her at noon, then continued through the day, lunch at a nearby coffee shop, sometimes pleasantly accompanied by Adriana, the receptionist at the company.
They were hired with little time difference, so they had made good friends from the beginning. She was attractive, friendly, good conversationalist. Several weekends were spent together, enjoying simple entertainment like movies and family parties, as the meager budget did not allow them both so expensive entertainment such as discos, grills or fancy restaurants. He smiled at the memory of his partner and, perhaps, future bride, with whom he had just finished lunch, and focused on their work.
At the reception, Adriana was very busy because the switch did not stop ringing. So busy was he that he did not notice when the front door of a vehicle parked in the company of four men who fell. Two entered. The other two waited outside, casting apprehensive glances in all directions.
"Good afternoon, greeted Adrienne Who want to talk?
"Thank you, ma'am," answered one of them. "Here Mr. Mario Bedoya works?
"Yes," confirmed her work here.
- Are you at your office? The man asked dryly.
"Yes, I am announcing the visit? He asked kindly.
"No need, ma'am, he is waiting for us abruptly interrupted the man. Where is your office?
-The second door on the right, "said Adriana, pointing to a broker.
"Thanks," the two men together and immediately followed the directions from the receptionist.
She watched as they walked away and no longer feel afraid, as the two men noticed that they stuck out two separate packages to waist height, undoubted sign carrying firearms.
- Who is Mario Bedoya? He asked gruffly, one of the men.
-Yo, How I can serve them?
- In much! "Shouted the man belong to the judicial police ... You are under arrest! ... Join us!
When he roared, pulled from his pocket a wallet, opened and placed in the face of Mario, so that he could see the board confirming its identification. Mario
not see the plate. It prevented the panic that was trespassing. Intensely paled and his heart began to beat at a desperate pace, I wanted to fall out of the chest.
- Arrested? ... Why ?...- he managed to stammer. -
Where we have to carry, will give all the explanations! "Trumpeting the detective" And if you do not remember what he did, there will refresh the memory. Come on, get up, do not have to go!
sharp Mario tried to obey the orders of the detective. He tried to get up but his legs would not obey him, seemed stuck in the seat. Seeing that the young did not move your desk as quickly as desired, one of the officers drew his gun belt and gunpoint.
- I was going to rebel? -Trumpet-Care, we know how to deal with the rebels! Quick, get up, we're going to seize!
In view of these compelling argument, the young man drew strength from where I had, and supporting both hands on the desk, stood up.
- Get out of that corner! "Brayed the detective that the gun-wielding Put this side of the screen! Here, before us!
No reply one word, the detainee attended the raucous jet orders. Against the detectives came and they told him to raise his hands and placed them back. In a few seconds, expertly patted one of them along the body. Following registration, said: "It is armed
. Something has going for it ... Let's go.
The treatment point of shouting, trumpeting and intemperate orders, had achieved its goal: to bend the prisoner, so when I heard the last command, hurried out of his office-which never return, followed by his captors , and headed for the exit.
The scene was fully observed by the assistant Mario. In the short time it lasted not say a word, but he continued to throw an occasional sideways glance toward the desk of his superior. It ever, driven by his despair and perhaps in a futile search for help, she had looked directly, but the auxiliary immediately looked away and pretended to be highly concentrated in a few documents.
When the three men left the office, came to his lips a scornful and triumphant smile.
Necessarily, the two detectives and their prisoner had to walk past the reception. Adriana was One piece swiftly when he saw his friend, flanked by two men who shortly before had requested. At his desk, Mario shouted
- I have stopped! Tell my house!
- Is this the bird's bill? Asked the detectives waiting outside.
- This is it! "Answered triumphantly with the captors.
The rear of the vehicle was occupied by Mario and his two captors. The other detectives sat in front and the car pulled away. By the way taking, Mario realized that his destination was the offices of the judicial police, in the Bethlehem district.
When they arrived, the first out of the vehicle were all four detectives. One of them ordered him curtly to Mario: - Follow Me! - And without bothering to check that your order was obeyed, knowing that the defendant was completely dominated, he went into the building. Reached the area for the prison, opened the gate of one of the cells and the free hand beckoned the young man, who dutifully went into the cell.
A prisoner's ears came the sounds produced simultaneously through the gate to close and bolt that slid until it stops. The
detective closed the padlock that secured the dungeon and went to the office, they had to make the important part about the victory he and his companions had just obtained against such a dangerous enemy of society. In writing his report, did not forget to highlight the heroism and courage that all detectives had shown towards reaching such an important catch.
Mario Bedoya, sitting in one of two concrete benches, the only provision of the narrow cell, with his head in his hands, trying to find the reasons which had led the forces for the first time in his life, enclose it in bars.
He
mental review of his short life.
was twenty-four years. The first, until he finished his studies of high school, lived next to his family. Once this preparatory phase, and because the town where he resided, and where his father practiced his profession, did not have any higher education institute, moved to Medellin and initially settled in the house of his paternal grandmother.
Unfortunately, his first attempts in search of space in one of the many universities in the city, failed.
Given the economic situation at home with his grandmother, despite aid offered him two of his sons, was not very buoyant, it helps that Mario personally found very little to the economic capacity of their uncles, decided he had to find some gainful occupation.
he got his first job as a driver of a pickup truck owned by a distributor of appliances.
"This may be my problem," he said.
learned to drive in a village and the necessary driver's license could only be obtained in Medellín. His experience was very little, so he thought it would not be appropriate tests successfully, and then opted for a very convenient solution: he paid a middleman, who was in charge of making all the formalities.
"If I'm here, should be accompanied by this country," he reflected. Also he realized that the driver's license had won five years ago. Undoubtedly, this was not the reason for his arrest.
continued recalling his life.
One year worked as a driver of the truck, until the portfolio section of the same company there was a vacancy with a salary higher than that accrued, so took the opportunity hair. Gradually progressed, until he ascended to chief of the section.
One day, he appeared in the newspapers of the city a notice by which a major company requested a portfolio manager at the national level. He knew he had all the requirements stipulated in the notice, so he wrote and his application was chosen.
The new job was paid more widely than before. He needed this higher income because her father had recently died and he had to be done now by his family, who had been almost destitute.
His mother, thanks to good relations, that the Government had succeeded in record time, will pay the surviving spouse's pension with that paid the rent of the house where they lived, because after the death of his father, had decided to live together in Medellín. The basic needs of the family are attending him with his salary. Recalling her mother, tears in his eyes tried to flow. He thought that perhaps had erred when he told Adriana to warn of their situation. The blow to her mother was going to be terrible, it had not yet recovered from the death of her husband, Miguel, who was excellent as a companion and father.
In this brief review, Mario could not find any made to do so deserves his current situation.
Although, on second thought, maybe if there was something.
When in the morning spoke with the manager, him, claiming he was ill and very sore head, drew from a drawer of his desk a squashed cigarette and in the presence of his subordinate lit it, extending office then the unmistakable smell of marijuana.
not this could be the detail. After all, he lit a cigarette, and despite the offer of his superior, gave him no smoking. Nor does it make any recrimination, because he also once had tasted the grass, but since he does not find any special attraction, the left side.
him out of his thoughts the noise made when opening the door of his cell. "Sure, he thought this is just an error and it will leave me free."
As a spring rose from the bench and headed for the door.
- back straps ... I brought a mate! "Snapped the officer who opened it.
Disappointed, the young man returned to the bottom of the cell. The officer who ordered I continued: "To
inside, Fred.
"Thank you, brother," said the new prisoner, you know that when it comes to invitations so kind, I do not pray ... I
The police placed the lock on the door and left.
"Good evening, mate," said the newcomer, "I think we'll be together for a while, so us stand. My name is Francisco, "he concluded, extending his right hand.
Given this as a friendly hand extended, the young man reacted in a perfectly normal, given the circumstances. He stretched his right hand and took the offered to him. He tried to pronounce his name, but a block in her throat from the time of his arrest, but could not. He shook hands for a while your new partner without their lips came no word, until at last he stammered:
- Ma ... Mario Be ... Bedoya!
