Portia
"Here." He hands me a folder out of his briefcase. He's old-school. Leave no electronic trail. Ever. It's probably what's kept him out of prison.
I open the folder and the first thing I see is a grainy photo of the man who orchestrated my family's m******e.
The younger Fernando Mancini.
I flip through the photos, look at the vast, empty land around him. I look at the men in their pickup trucks, the porch of the house he's stepping into. The bigger house I don't recognize.
"He's in Mexico?"
My uncle nods. "Making an alliance between the Esmeralda Cartel, which he considers himself the head of since he is engaged to Portia — "
"He can consider himself the f*****g king of England for all I care. It makes no difference to me. Like I said, he's no longer engaged to Portia. She tol
