Carlton Reed Pablo Escobar ((new)): Jack

Jack picked up the aguardiente, raised the bottle to the empty room, and drank until he couldn’t see the photo on his laptop anymore.

Carlton stepped in, rain dripping from his leather jacket. Twenty-nine years old. Blue eyes like his mother. And something else behind them—a stillness Jack had only ever seen in two kinds of people: special forces, and men who had already decided they were beyond redemption. jack carlton reed pablo escobar

Jack felt the floor tilt. “You didn't. Tell me you didn't.” Jack picked up the aguardiente, raised the bottle

That should have been the end.

Pablo Escobar had been sloppy.

Carlton Reed was not.