He swung the car down the street into the Pico Union area, shocked that they lived in such a slum. Surely Marta would’ve used the money he’d sent her all these years to rent a decent home, but it didn’t appear so. His stomach ached. He had been so nervous about seeing his son for the first time, he couldn’t even think about eating. He and Javier were in town to meet with Levine. Antonio knew that they were going to discuss the prospect of smuggling more heroin into the States, but Levine had actually made a subtle suggestion that they begin working with the Italians. Not an idea that was making him happy. He slowed down to read the numbers on the tiny houses. This was the kind of shabby neighborhood in which many of his dealers lived in. This was a disgust to see that his only son resided in such a place. Their lives could be so different if he could only convince Marta to return to Mexico, and allow him to provide a nice home for her and his son. Thoughts of dragging Marta and their son back to Colombia ran through his mind.
