Guadalupe Island dock.
A pure white small yacht was moored.
Claudia Abrego stood on the deck, beautiful, or rather sexy. Just hearing her name, one would know she was a member of the founding family of the Gulf Group, the Abrego family.
She held a cigarette in her mouth, her eyes fixated firmly on the fully armed officers on the dock.
Dressed in desert camo, Salomon (France) combat boots, and a mask that left only a pair of eyes exposed, which were deep and oppressive.
If it weren't for the clear "Policía" (Police) written on the armband, Claudia Abrego might have thought some country's Special Forces had arrived.
She waited patiently, and about ten minutes later, she saw a Hummer drive into the dock. A fat man hopped down and walked briskly towards her, his gaze lingering on her chest for a moment.
Claudia noticed.
But her expression was calm, knowing that in Mexico, women wanting to survive in the male-dominated crime industry often had to trade on their sexuality.
