Narcos <No Survey>

He turned left. They turned left.

“Sure you don’t,” Peña said, lighting a cigarette. “But here’s the thing. La Catedral—that private prison Pablo is building for himself? He won’t have room for accountants. When this falls—and it will fall—you think Pablo’s going to let you testify? Or do you think he’ll give you a nice severance package? A bullet to the back of the head is free, Luis. Very cost-effective.” Narcos

“You know what Pablo said?” Chuzo asked, crouching down. “He said, ‘Luis is a good accountant. Too good. A good accountant knows where the bodies are buried—because he helped count them.’” He turned left