CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREE – THE SURROUNDING AREA

As they continued their surveillance, they also struck up conversations with locals, hoping to glean any useful information. "Excuse me," Jasmine asked an elderly woman selling flowers near the compound. "Do you know anything about that big house over there? It looks so interesting!" The woman's face darkened. "That place? Bad business, señorita. The man who lives there, he's not a good man. Best to stay away." Jasmine pressed gently. "Oh? What makes you say that?" The woman glanced around nervously before leaning in. "They say he's involved with... you know, the cartels. Dangerous people. My grandson used to work there as a guard, but he quit. Said he couldn't sleep at night knowing what went on inside those walls." Jasmine thanked the woman and bought a small bouquet before rejoining Antonio. "Anything useful?" he asked. "Maybe," Jasmine replied, recounting the conversation. "Sounds like even the locals are afraid of Don Ricardo. But it got me thinking – what if we could turn