CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE – THE MOTHERLAND

The next day, they continued their tourist charade, visiting Chapultepec Park and the National Museum of Anthropology. As evening approached, they returned to the hotel to prepare for their night out. Jasmine emerged from the bathroom in a slinky black dress. "How do I look? Tourist or potential cartel girlfriend material?" Antonio whistled. "Definitely the latter. But remember, we're just there to observe." The club was pulsing with energy when they arrived. Jasmine and Antonio made their way to the bar, ordering drinks and scanning the crowd. "There," Antonio murmured, nodding towards a VIP section. "The guy in the white suit. That's our target." Jasmine studied the man. He was flanked by two bodyguards, laughing and drinking with a group of scantily-clad women. "I'm going in," Jasmine decided. Antonio grabbed her arm. "What? No, it's too dangerous." Jasmine shook him off. "Trust me. I can handle this." She sauntered towards the VIP section, swaying her hips to the music. As