Two days had gone by and I hadn’t heard a thing from George or Joey.
I felt something was wrong. Something in my stomach twisted and turned but I somewhat ignored it. Being the always optimistic person, never accepting failure or defeat, I went on as if things were okay. Besides, no news is good news, I thought.
On a hunch though, especially after 48 hours, I decided to call George’s family in Miami to find out if they had heard from him. His wife answered but she sounded nervous.
“Are you Tony?” She asked with a quiver in her voice.
“Yes.”
“My husband was arrested with Joey in Alabama. You better run cause’ they’re after you.”
When I heard this I pretty much dropped the phone and left everything as it was. I took off to a ranch I owned north of Bogota in a town called Chia. I ditched my cellular phone and didn’t bother to pack clothes or toiletries. I was paranoid. I was sure the police would find me if I spent another second trying to gather my things. Given the circumstances, it was illogical to pack for a “get-away.”
Two weeks passed before I decided to meet with the “friends” I was dealing with. I wanted things to cool and simmer so that I could resurface with some confidence and security.
We met in Bogota and I explained what had happened but as usual, they didn’t believe me.
In this business, there are no friends. Only ruthless people that with intimidation, get what they want.
The first thing they told me was that they didn’t like doing business with the D.E.A. and that I should have known who I was dealing with. They came to the conclusion that I had to pay them all the merchandise at U.S. market cost and also the $500,000 they “fronted” me.
I thought this was crazy, absolutely ludicrous, but I had no choice. I had no one to back me up, especially against these “capos” because of their reputation for killing anyone who got in their way or who owed them money.
Life as a drug-trafficker is like being on a rollercoaster ride. I had more downs than ups in my dealings as of lately, yet, I was too greedy to walk away from it. I was hooked. Addicted to the fortune and power that stemmed from the business deals. I was afforded many luxuries that are hard to give up once you’ve had a taste of them. People are easy to stroke your ego, usually for their own interest hoping to gain something as well like money or material things, and the shallowness that comes with the corrupted lifestyle, was hard to recognize amid beautiful women and riches.
Unfortunately, here I was again. Down to practically nothing after selling my properties for less than half of the purchase price and scrapping through my jewelry and cars and worthy possessions, just so that my life would be spared.