cartel
In the vast criminal underworld, cartels reign supreme; get the full scope of global drug trafficking networks from notorious kingpins down to lowly street pushers.
The Third, But Not The Last
They came for him at midnight. He had shut himself inside a month ago, reading voraciously and only stopping once a day to eat and sleep. Earlier in the afternoon he had finally found the solution, and after checking his work to be sure, he had tattooed his left palm with the answer so many had sought before him. By the time he had finished, he was so exhausted he had collapsed into bed before he could test it.
By Andrew Rhodes5 years ago in Criminal
It Wasn't Worth It
“Package for you,” Ben’s mother wheezed. She was a wide woman, with hips twice the width of her shoulders and half the width of her waistline. She never averted her gaze from the television, with an ashtray to the right of her and an oxygen tank to her left.
By Belle C. Fairbanks5 years ago in Criminal
Unforeseen Circumstance
Red and blue lights come flashing up behind me. I glance down at the speedometer and notice I’m not speeding. I continue to pull over to the right hand shoulder anyhow expecting him to pass by but instead he pulls up behind me. I sit there dumbfounded, wondering why I’ve been pulled over. A tail light must be out or something and he’s just being a good civilian. Perhaps, just letting me know, giving me a warning.
By Laura Berggren5 years ago in Criminal
The Doorstep
A package arrived on my doorstep. I sit up in bed, wiping sleep from my eyes as I sneer at the offending light streaming through my curtains. My hair sticking up in matted snarls, the duvet had decided to tangle itself awkwardly around my legs making rolling out of bed ever so slightly difficult.
By Lucy Limbert5 years ago in Criminal
Elijio
Elijio Poor young guy who always wanted more than from where he came from. The taste of sweetness from the sugar canes that his family harvested in the border town of Pedras Negras just south of Texas came to become the only rich pleasure Elijio got from working long hours during the harvest season. Watching yet again as dusk started to set in and money being exchanged between his brother and the cartel gave him anxiety and nausea knowing he barely had enough to get by for his wife and daughter.
By Carlos Casarez5 years ago in Criminal
Just Another Dive Bar
She walked down the street, deep in thought about the events from the past week. She didn’t see her tail, even though he wasn’t being particularly careful. She was too self-absorbed in her own thoughts. She had been going by the name Jasmine of late, perhaps that was to hide from her past, perhaps it was to start afresh. She didn’t even know anymore.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Criminal
The Pen
The Pen ‘Is this a date?’ I thought to myself as I was driving up to the house, I felt finally uninhibited. All good. All perfectly normal social and internal conversations pre-date. Or non-date rather. Who really knows what this is? I thought to myself. It’ll be revealed. Yes, I’ve had a cruiser. I’m feeling liberal. Talking in my head. Yes. YaS! I am okay. I have stuff to say, I am entertaining. People like me. And other mantras to that effect.
By Charmaine Bonnefille5 years ago in Criminal
MEDINA
Living the Movie Inspired by the sweet confidence of love, I was hit with yet another vision. The idea behind our movie, Holding, was even more ambitious than Medina. It meant obtaining the Spanish government’s approval and cooperation to film drug searches and arrests at their borders. Back then, people were routinely sentenced to six years and a day for even the smallest quantity of drugs, with far more time for larger quantities. We would shoot scenes, panning into various Customs agents uncovering contraband, with actual live shots of smugglers’ faces, as they realized they had just bought themselves long sentences in some horrific prison. We also filmed inside those jails, where young European and American tourists spent years, sometimes entire lives, being caught with little more than a personal stash.
By Scott Adlai Stevenson5 years ago in Criminal
Memoirs of a Dopeman (Pt. 6)
1996 started out as one of the greatest adventures of my life. I was a year in college and as usual, I set up an establishment not too complicated just a simple system. College was a brand new playing field with a lot of good money to be made. Upon arrival I set my precedence early, after taking into consideration of just how much school was going to cost with student loans helping a nibble, there was no funding from any other source unless I provided it.
By Darim Stewart7 years ago in Criminal
