The passenger train was much more modern than the Union Pacific train I had boarded at the train station in Iowa after a transcontinental transit of t...he entire central portion of the lower forty-eight. I had noticed at the station that there were an assortment of railroad train services going to every nook and cranny of the entire east coast. I had selected the Union Pacific one because it was a slightly cheaper ticket and I was familiar with the design of the passenger car.There was no. "Good skiing in Colorado." But not so much in Florida." We don't have the weather for it." Or the mountains."It was definitely the right guy, so I introduced myself."Javier Cortez, CIA." Andres Mesa, Army." How'd you end up on the drug beat?" My family's from Medellin, so they figured I'd make a good infiltrator. I speak Spanish with the right accent and everything." Right." Anyway, the cartel had a mole in the DEA, which ended the infiltration pretty quick, but I got the location of their main. She was obviously fucked up, one way or another. But we both knew what I was getting at.I can't remember exactly how the conversation went, but it went on for a couple of minutes. My buddy could see where this was going and bid me a good night. As he left, I suddenly realized that this was going to happen. She came up close to my ear and whispered, "how much money do you have?" Not being a big fan of credit cards, I knew I still had at least a hundred dollars on me, so I couldn't resit. I. It was easy for me to manipulate her into going to the Holiday Inn with me. You have to believe she had no part in this."Harris figured that if he could convince Tom that Nicky still was faithful to him and that he and Nicky had done nothing, Tom might be able to forgive and forget. Not likely, but the only chance Harris could see for staying alive.As Harris was saying this to Tom, Tom moved behind the couch saying nothing. Harris finished what he had to say and waited. He couldn't turn his.