You probably don’t remember me, but I not only remember you, I know you. This morning I stopped you while you were driving your luxury SUV in our military checkpoint along the national highway. It wasn’t your ride that caught my attention. In the beginning I was just doing my job, there’s a lot of violence nowadays and I was posted along this lonely highway to Protect and Serve people just like you.

When I requested you exit your vehicle for a routine search, why the f**k didn’t you just do it? Why did you have to act so indignant. Your comments about having to drop your daughter at school before catching a flight for a VERY IMPORTANT business meeting meant nothing to me. I wouldn’t of even noticed your 18 karat gold, diamond encrusted Rolex had it not been flailed in my face by your desperate attempt to continue your day without delay. Your beautiful little girl, la nena, was in that truck with you, YOU POMPOUS FUCK.

Out of all of us, I am the one known to have a heart, tengo mucho corazon, especially for children. Your outburst drew the other’s attention. I couldn’t of stopped the plan set into action now even if I wanted to. It took the four of us less than three minutes to search your vehicle, while the other two talked to you and your little girl. In less than three minutes you and your little beauty were on your way.... To the beginning of the end.

In less than three minutes we had your cell phone number and the address of your safehaven called HOME. We saw your passport with its impressive visa stamps. Not just anyone travels like you.. Oh, I forgot to tell you, we also saw your baby girls school uniform jacket. The American school is a wonderful educational institute, most definitely capable of teaching la preciosa all she should have learned.

While you are in your VERY IMPORTANT business meeting, they’ve convened a little business meeting of their own. Their bases are covered. Your wife, who’s a real looker by the way, is having brunch with some friends in Crowne Plaza. La nena, well, you’ll be hearing about your baby girl soon enough, just keep your cellphone close and your bank account closer.

Pinche Pendejo, Don’t you see, it didn’t have to come to this, why didn’t you just quietly step out of your vehicle? I could have searched you myself, why did you have to make a scene, DIME POR QUE’ GUEY.

There is not enough money in the world to turn back the clock, although you will be depleted of every cent before you learn the truth. God cannot bring la princesa back. YOU made your bed, YOU did this, You are her real killer, pobre angelita. They have completed their mission. QUE’ DIOS NOS PERDONA.

Note: This is a fictional story based on rumors that float from town to town about the cartels and Mexico’s ongoing War On Drugs. You may read Rumors Part 1: An executioner’s Plea and Rumors Part 2: An Executioner’s Rebuttal by clicking on the links provided.