My husband took my children during the trial… but he had no idea my brother was arriving with 12 armored trucks.

hardening further.

“Now then,” he said. “Let’s go to the restaurant.”

In Polanco, Esteban sat at a private table surrounded by his lawyers, two businessmen, and his companion.

Champagne, seafood, forced laughter, and arrogant confidence in every raised glass.

“Mariana didn’t even have enough left for a cab,” Esteban said, drawing laughter from the table.continue reading …