NineThe Valderón Compound – Rio Momon – eight kilometers north of Iquitos, Peru
Juan Mendalino opened the patio doors of Senhor Valderón's sprawling mission revival mansion and stepped out onto the stone patio. He had been pouring over details of the cartel's expansion into the rainforest for the last twelve hours and he was tired and irritable. Drifting over to a stone knee-wall sweeping around the patio, he wondered what Valderón was thinking.
A coca plantation in the middle of the f*****g forest? Is he crazy? They're all crazy! He drew a cigarette from behind his ear, put it to his lips, and lit up. A ring of smoke drifted up into the warm, muggy night teeming with mosquitoes. He eyed the path leading to the docks at length. At the end of them were two fifteen meter custom jet boats b
