Susana's living room looked like something right out of a sixties period piece. The floor was completely covered in a soft white carpet, and the furniture had a sort of an old-timey futuristic quality. Everything was either circular, oval or incredibly psychedelic.

The paintings on the wall were reproductions of Warhol and Lichtenstein. And an old radio was playing a soft country song on the background.

We sat around the dinner table and she poured each one of us a large cup of coffee.

"Okay, let's cut to the chase here, Susana." Dad leaned back on his chair. "Who exactly are we talking about here?"

"Andrei Dos Santos. He's just a random thief, some drunk horn dog." She sat down at the head of the table and poured some sugar on her cup. "The actual problem is the guy he screwed over. You might've heard of him. Marcus Carver?"

"Sorry, I don't think I have."

"He is one of the top guys on the Lizards' gang."

"You mean those dudes that get together to ride motorcycles and get on fistfights?" I asked. "You mean they're an actual gang?"

"Shit, they sure use to be. But just because they got older, doesn't mean they got any less dangerous."

Susana took a long sip and continued:

"Once you have enough cash, there's no need for hustling no more, unless you really wanna get caught. The Lizards wanted to go legit, but they chose a shitty way to invest some of that dough."

"Dos Santos." I said.

"Yep. You see, Dos Santos had this plan to manufacture his own army uniforms and sell them back to the government. He had a clear vision that there was some easy money there. Since those boys are forced to serve, they're gonna need new clothes every single year, right?"

“Seemed like a fine idea at the time.” Jonathan said. “He even shook on it with some generals. The whole thing was arrenged.”

"Sure,” Susana continued. “But what he didn't know was that the army base would have to be relocated a few towns over, because of all the riots they were having over there. With the new location, the base needed new, cheaper contracts. So all that fabric, leather, machinery, it all went to hell. The damn uniforms weren't even up to code, missin' buttons and shit."

“And how do you know all that?” Dad asked with a frown.

“Their factory was in my property, a few miles up north. And a big chunk of that investment was supposed to be mine. When Dos Santos ran away, I hadn’t seen a single penny yet. And I had to put up a whole lot of fences around that place, just so that the cows wouldn’t wander in...”

“So he pissed you off, huh?” Dad said. “That’s why you want him so bad.”

“Yeah, that’s part of it.” Susana finished her cup and got up to place it in the sink. “But you see, Marcus and the Lizard’s style of business is a little more... radical than mine. They want Dos Santos dead. Period. I definetely prefer he would live and pay what he owes me.”

Dad gently cracked his neck and said:

"Ma’am, the bikers have made a bad call, and you’ve built some useless fences. How is that a big problem? We just gotta fish Dos Santos out and give him back to Marcus."

“That’s where it gets a little tricky, Mr. Dias,” Jonathan said. “Dos Santos has been covering his ass, saying that the whole camp has got his back. Including you.”

“Well, what that little son of a bitch...” Dad got up and scratched his beard. ”Can’t we just straighten things out with the bikers? Get Dos Santos a little more time to pay them back?”

“We sure could try.” Susana said. “But if we fail, the Lizards are gonna raid your camp, just for the slighest chance of getting Dos Santos killed in the crossfire.”

“Nobody’d be that stupid.” Dad said.

“Marcus ain’t stupid. But he sure is wreckless.”

Finally, I got up and walked towards the front door:

“Well, that’s it, then...” I said. “Let’s pay a visit to these wreckless evil bikers. And when it’s all said and done, your guys will help us get rid of those jaguars. We got a deal?”

“Honey,” Susana said with a smile. “If you manage to change Marcus Carver’s mind, I’ll kill those jaguars myself.”