Jesus looked at his nephew and could not see any hint of how this was being received. Juan had a talent, as did Carlos, of not showing his emotions, but the wheels were turning, regardless.
“It seemed my luck had changed for the better when I met this Paulo character. He purported to be with the Collective Holdings of Assets Reserved for Denomination, I think, CHARD anyhow. He said he could get me a seat at the table with the folks mining these precious metals. Turns out that when you find silver you usually find gold and copper. I was only really interested in the silver commodity, but old Paulo claimed that I had to do some copper in the commodities market, before he could get me into the precious metals. Thinking back on it, I should have been a little dogged on my silver exposure and walked, when all they would let me play in was copper.
“Anyway, I put down my earnest money to do a trial to see if it was for me. I made up my mind a few days later and went to get back my earnest money and go hunt for something else. Upon reflection, sure wished I hadn’t done that. At first I couldn’t find him. Then when I start making inquiries, I got a whole lot more attention than I was looking for.
“Anyhow, I am right glad you came looking for me, nephew. You and Carlos have always been the best of family for me.”
Juan clucked his tongue and offered, “Jesus, you say that because we are the only family you have. You mean to tell me you strolled back into Mexico, after we hauled you and your loot out, looking for high profile silver mining investments? Did it occur to you that they might still be looking for you?”
Jesus made a sour face and stated, “Who’d of thought that the infamous Mexican government would clean up their act and actually abide by the law? I mean, after decades of corrupt practices and then they have to up and grow a conscience. You just can’t trust anybody these days!”
Juan closed his eyes and shook his head back and forth in disbelief. Then sizing up the situation, he very subtly pulled out a very small cell phone, which had been well-concealed in his boot, and placed a very quiet call to his older brother.
Carlos answered quickly and demanded, “Juan, where the hell are you? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you. Do you have any leads on our missing uncle? And don’t tell me you’ve gone Bozotic on me!”
Juan blankly stared off into space and absentmindedly asked, “Bozotic?”
Carlos snapped, “Yes, Bozotic. You know, that’s where Bozo the Clown has a colossal idiotic moment and goes Bozotic for all intents and purposes!”
Juan, with a very annoyed tone, responded, “No, Carlos. I have not gone Bozotic.” Then in a hushed tone, he triumphantly proclaimed, “But, yes, Carlos, I have found our uncle.”
Carlos did a double take and, somewhat relieved but puzzled, asked, “That is good news. Where did you find him?”
Juan somewhat dejectedly offered, “I’m in the cell next to Uncle Jesus.”
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