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SNOWING IN BALI

he didn't try a stunt, like leaping out a window. The thugs came too.

'Only you come,' Dimitrius said to Rafael, creating instant suspicion.

'Why, you have something up there?' Rafael asked, turning to Chino's thugs and ordering, 'Come.' They tore apart the bedroom as the Greek stood in the corner, changing his pants, but found nothing. They jumped on their bikes and rode to the safety deposit boxes, where Dimitrius handed Rafael the half a kilo of coke.

Calmer now that he had sorted this out, Rafael said to his ex-friend, 'You have one week to get out of Bali, my friend.'

The Greek quickly acquiesced. 'Okay, I will fix my ticket. I don't want a problem with you, Rafael.'

'Okay, if you come here again, call me first, we're gonna pay you the same price, but you can't come here and put your stuff in the street. You think you're Al Pacino, Scarface? Well, you're not.'

We pay him only $10,000 for the coke; was good stuff. We kick him out from the island. And everything was okay.

- Rafael

Several months later, the Greek returned to Bali, often working in a separate clique to Rafael with Italian dealer Carlino. But they didn't conflict with Rafael or Chino, as they sent the coke to Australia on Carlino's luxury catamaran, or sold to international buyers in Bali, but never in the streets. Soon, all of them, including Rafael, would be investors in an audaciously big run that turned deadly for one of their mutual friends.

Rafael was getting so busy he was tossing money into other