Jack felt the floor tilt. “You didn't. Tell me you didn't.”
The door clicked shut.
Carlton turned. For a moment, he looked younger—almost the same boy who’d asked Jack why he was never home for Christmas. “Escobar didn't just leave money. He left a machine . A network of couriers, judges, pilots, cops. After he died, that machine didn't vanish. It just went to sleep. Waiting for someone who knew how to wake it up.”
Carlton didn’t sit. He walked to the window, stared at the city lights strung across the valley like cheap jewels. “You ever wonder what happens to empire when the emperor falls, Dad? The Ochoas kept flying. The Castaños became paramilitaries. The Cali guys just changed their last names and bought soccer teams.”
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