Juan Alberto Salazar raised his glass of whiskey and gulped it down. The taste of the whiskey was hot in his throat, and it felt good as his head began to buzz slightly.
"Ah yes! That is what I am talking about! This is good stuff, gentlemen. You should try some. Oh, I forgot, it's too expensive for you."
The men around him said nothing to parry his snide remark. They had worked closely with Salazar all this time, and were used to such remarks from El Patron. They took it in stride, simply because they had no choice. Salazar was the one paying them, and as long as that was the case, his word was the law.
