Cartel Experience-Chapter 49: SIB.

The SIB is almost like the DCA, except they actually go after cartels and mafias. They are the complete opposite of the DCA, like two brothers who went in different directions. But the one thing they have in common is that they don’t really give a fuck about rules or procedures.

"Somebody killed Hoffa to take over everything he built with the street gangsters. From there, it’s much easier to expand than to start from the bottom... clever." Simon looked at Enzo. "But we need to find him before this turns into a political disaster."

"Pathetic politics... like Hoffa was.

"Respect the dead, Enzo."

"Fuck the dead, they don’t have feelings, do they?" Enzo smiled and there was something behind it, something dark, something that could one day cause serious trouble for César.

"You’re always talking about your mother." Simon glanced at Enzo. "Didn’t you respect her?"

"In my last conversation with her, she said she hoped I’d have a long, suffering death, one where they will torture me for weeks before finally putting a bullet in my head." He turned and looked at Simon directly. "I loved her, sure, but love doesn’t mean I respected her."

Simon didn’t say anything, they just stared at each other. "Huh. What a traumatic life."

"It wasn’t traumatic." Enzo began, his voice calm, that faint smile still on his face. "I killed her quickly, without a second thought." Not a single change in his voice or that smile. "My older brother was the only one I ever felt something for, some feeling at least, but I killed him quickly too."

Silence followed his words, but it wasn’t the awkward and heavy kind that comes when a topic darkens. No, it was just simple silence as they both simply looked back down at Hoffa’s body, as if talking about murdering your own brother and mother made no difference at all.

"That’s life, my friend." Enzo continued. "People are born, then they die. Some faster than others. There is nothing special about it."

"You really are something else." Simon replied and that smile just grew bigger on Enzo’s face.

The worst thing about his smile was that it was not fake and not empty. It was real. There was no hesitation in it, no crack, no sign of regret. It sat naturally on his face, as if this kind of talk made him comfortable.

"You killed your own father, so don’t talk like you don’t know."

"I did." Simon replied. "But it was a different situation. I wasn’t born into a criminal family to later become a SID officer." He glanced at Enzo, who still had that same smile. "I killed him because he deserved it."

"Deserved fifty stabs?" Enzo asked.

"No, he deserved more, but I got tired." His eyes drifted back to Hoffa’s wound on his neck, the deep cut still dark and clear. "But maybe I truly did worse. At least you killed them instead of sending them to jail."

Enzo nodded slightly. "Exactly," he began. "I actually did good with them. Instead of letting them rot in a cell for years, I put them to rot in the ground. "

Simon let out a quiet breath through his nose. "How funny you are."

"I am fu—"

"Who are you two?" A voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Oh, Deputy Chief, I am sorry for your loss." Enzo said, offering his hand, which the Deputy Chief did not take.

The whole situation felt insane to him. They were standing there in the blood, Hoffa’s body lying on the floor, and this man was smiling at him, shaking out his hand?

"The investigation is under my super—"

"No longer." Enzo said, still holding his hand. "The investigation is now under the Special Investigation Bureau. I am Special Investigator Enzo Rocco, and my partner is Simon Flowers."

That change in the Deputy Chief’s behavior was noticeable. His face looked flushed and angry as soon as he heard what Enzo said. "Why would it be under the SIB?" he asked, however, Enzo had an answer ready, but it wasn’t about who ordered it or when. No, he had to take another approach.

"Maybe because Hoffa was a corrupt motherfucker, selling drugs with lowlife gangs." He gripped the Deputy Chief’s hand tighter, holding it firm and looking straight into his eyes. "Maybe because he was blackmailing several politicians... who knows which ones. But one thing’s for sure, you, Mr. Brown, don’t have a luxury car or a mansion because of your salary. So just let us work, okay?"

Well, exactly the opposite of what Enzo wanted happened. The Deputy Chief ignored him at first, then stepped closer to him, staring him dead in the eyes. "Are you threatening me?"

"No." Enzo said calmly. "I’m just explaining..." Another smile.

The Deputy Chief said nothing back, just stared at him longer. But just by looking at Enzo, he knew not to say anything or do anything.

Like, who the fuck would wear a full white suit, with a cowboy hat and cowboy boots on, if not somebody who has some power or is involved in something you don’t want to be involved in?

Yeah, the whole display from Enzo was a message, showing that he was involved with the cartel, or maybe that he owned a big ranch with cows and horses... well, the first option was the real one, especially with the SIB badge on his side.

But Brown also knew that fucking with the Special Investigation Bureau would be the right move, not just because he himself was involved in the drugs too, but because they were dangerous on their own.

Moreover the fact that they were sent to investigate Hoffa’s death played into his plan, at least he thought it would. He expected them to start covering things up, but no... the ISB wouldn’t cover up. If anything, they would dig even deeper, exposing everything if they needed to.

One thing the SIB is hated for is that once they start investigating, you need to fucking hide, because if your name comes up, they will send your ass to jail or worse, straight to the cemetery.

"Have a good day, then." the Deputy Chief said as he eyed Enzo, who smiled and then he left them.

"Hmm. Indeed, a good day." Enzo looked at Simon. "But back to this." He pointed at Hoffa. "What do you think our mystery man is doing?"

"I’d love to say he’s hiding, just to buy some time for himself." Simon replied. "But judging by all this, he knows exactly what he’s doing and what he wants, so he’s probably preparing for another move."

Indeed, Simon was right about it, as César was indeed preparing for a move... a move that would finally start the Sierra Cartel.