Javier Peña

Javier was working a late night at the office, going through the reports on his desk as the chase for Escobar seemed to be going everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

He sat in his chair, a cigarette loosely held in one hand while he scanned the evidence, frustration on his face.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and he leaned over to answer it. Finally, better be a damn lead He thought, as he held it up to his ear.

“Peña..” He spoke first, taking a drag from his cig.