Chris's mates slammed the door to the apartment open. They poured in hearing crying and a scream. Chris rushed towards it gun raised and eye glaring but a woman stood holding a baby. The woman shouted insults at him in spanish waving her fist angrily at Chris.

"¡Tú! El sabía que algunas personas se ven! ¡Él sabía! Usted diots! Mi bebé estaba durmiendo y que acaba de entrar aquí! ¡Él sabía! ¡Idiotas! ¡Salí! ¡Sal de mi casa! ¡Salí! ¡Fuera de mi casa!", she shouted. (You! He knew some people would come! He knew! You diots! My baby was sleeping and you just come in here! He knew! You idiots! Get out! Get out of my house! Get out! Get out of my home!)

Chris looked away from the woman hearing the usual clear.

"Clear!",

"Clear!", shouted the officers from upstairs.

Chris stared at the living room. He stared at the huge lugs of cocaine which hadn't even been bothered to be moved. They were massive. Just waiting to be shipped off and away to wherever they were intended to go.

Eric came over after two officers took the child away from her as it sobbed crying. The mother shrieked lashing out. He cuffed the woman reading her rights and also said, "Señora está bajo arresto por posesión de cocaína y la producción en masa." (Senora you are under arrest for the possession of cocaine and mass production)

"Hey Chris, you're going to want to take a look at this", said an officer who was leaning down and looking at something.

Chris swallowed as the man stepped aside. There was a huge pool of blood on the floor staining the wood. Not to mention there was also a bit on the metal railing and there were white flakes scattered around.

Chris turned glaring at the woman.

"Ask her", he said.

Eric stared at Chris and his angry eyes but he asked, "Señora, ¿dónde está Juan López?" (Senora, where is Juan Lopez?)

"No sé dónde está! Se va todo el tiempo! No pregunto a dónde va! Se tomó esa mujer con él si eso es lo que estás pidiendo! Ahora devuélveme mi bebé! Devuélveme ¡bebé!", she shouted thrashing around and trying to break free. (I don't know where he is! He leaves all the time! I don't ask where he goes! He took that woman with him if that's what you're asking! Now give me back my baby! Give me back my baby!)

The house was searched and evidence was gathered the cocaine was taken away. And search dogs were implemented to find more or any other trace. Or a trace of anything.

It was dawn and the sun was rising up now. It had been a long night. Chris went outside to discuss a few things and to look for anymore clues.

Yet again an officer called him, but Chris's phone rang. Chris held up his finger for the officer to wait.

"Chad", said a voice.

It was the Cheif. "Yes Sir?", asked Chris hearing the stress in the man's voice.

"Quit your search and get the guys and yourself back here....we got a ransom call", said the chief.

Chris clenched his teeth, "She's alive right", asked Chris.

"For now, but I can't tell what the heck the guy plans to do. Get back here", said the Chief.

"Wait what?! She's in Nuevo Laredo! Go back! What are his terms?! What does he want?!", asked Chris.

The chief was silent, "He wants his load back and more. Specifically one hundred and fifty pounds. He'll do a trade....in daylight. Tomorrow at noon. On the bridge", said the cheif.

Chris gapped, "You can't be serious?! One hundred fifty pounds!?And on the border crossing?!", asked Chris.

"I'm dead serious. Now get me Eric on the phone. I've already informed and dealt with the politics. We've tried reasoning with him but the man won't budge. He get's what he wants", said the chief.

"What does he want? Why does he want to do it in board daylight?", asked Chris.

"He said because he wants to show that Las Zetas have the power....he wants to prove that there is nothing we can do about it", replied the chief