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SNOWING IN BALI

- Rafael

Mario was like a kid, big and fat and like a retard.

The other brother, Juan, was Rafael's regular business partner. He was fat and short, so nicknamed Poca, Spanish for 'little', though in Bali the dealers joked it was short for Pocahontas - the Disney Indian princess. Poca was bright, regularly organising horses to bring kilos of coke from Peru, but excessively nervy and paranoid, exacerbated by his copious cocaine use, always expecting the worst. According to Rafael, 'Poca was a pussy.' He was also sporadically ripping Rafael off, pocketing petty cash meant for horses' expenses. Rafael was aware of it, but Poca and Mario had good sources in Peru, and you didn't steal someone's connections. So, for now, Rafael was stuck with using him as a partner despite distrusting him.

A moment after Rafael's knocking, Poca anxiously opened the door, jerking his head from side to side, manically scanning the corridor for cops. 'You sure you weren't followed?'

'Sure,' Rafael sighed, thrusting the backpack at him, then slumping into an armchair.

Poca dashed over to the couch and opened it. A split second later his screams tore across the room. Rafael sprang back to his feet, anxious that Poca might alert hotel security. 'Shut up, man. What's wrong? Are you crazy?' Poca was crazy-mad, and paranoid.

'It's the wrong bag,' he yelled.

Rafael raced across the room to look. 'Fuck! Barbara, what have you done?' he gasped. It was full of men's clothes.

Poca was raging at Rafael. 'Oh estúpido, you don't check the bag.'

Rafael was freaked too. 'Fuck, it was the same colour.' Poca was suddenly sure this was a police trap; any second now

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