Chapter 78 Last Option
- The news articles told me that my family had been worth an estimated four and a half million when they were arrested, a sum calculated all the money found in separate houses - Jona's house in the Plaza, the two houses in San Bernardo occupied by Darren and my parents, Miguel's place in La Atunara, uncle Alonso's flat in La Colonia, Javi's flat next door to his and finally uncle Juan’s Punto Ribot residence where I spent many long hot summers learning how to smoke and flirt.
- hadn't been enough to land them such lengthy sentences. Three safehouses in El Zabal had been located as well - amazingly, one of them had been rented out in my mother's name despite her telling me never to put my signature on anything, and that had cost her five years of her freedom - and linked back to my family. Three tons of hash, ten kilos of cocaine, speedboats, old four by fours with muddied license plates that had been reported stolen, another five million euros buried under the ground. I thought of my abuelos living almost next door to the safehouses and thanked God that they, at least, hadn't been investigated or accused of anything just yet.