Whereabouts

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14 Whereabouts “I’ll ask again.” Rojas looked at Kyle. “Hey, wake up.” He slapped Kyle. “We’re talking about the Oficina de Envigado cartel. Who is in charge of their operations on the island?” “Gaviria,” Kyle sang. “Don’t you just love saying that name?” His glazed eyes and thin smile spoke volumes to the euphoria he felt inside. Rojas whispered, “Carlos Ochoa Gaviria.” There was shock in his tone. “I knew his father.” For this part, Rojas did not need Gustavo Moreno to hand him an intelligence report. “A former member of Muerte a Secuestradores.” Rojas began to pace the room. “Gaviria’s father ran the MAS, a paramilitary arm of the original Medellín Cartel. It was huge. It had the backing of the Colombian military, the Colombian legislature, small industrialists, wealthy cattle ranch

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