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Luis’s mouth went dry. The DEA had given him a special paper. Invisible ink under normal light. But Chuzo had been staring at the sun through a car window all afternoon—his pupils were pinpricks. He saw everything.

Agent Steve Murphy walked in, coffee in hand. “Anything?” Narcos

“He was turned the minute he took Pablo’s money,” Peña said quietly. “We just gave him a reason to die scared instead of rich.” Luis’s mouth went dry

The last thing Luis Herrera saw was the neon sign of the Monaco building, flickering in the distance. A monument to powder and blood. And then, nothing. Narcos

He called Peña from a payphone on Calle 53. The line crackled with static and the distant sound of salsa music.