I continue my work. Now, in the newspapers, they talk about me not as a bandit, but as a benefactor who feeds thousands of people a day. “A gangster with a golden heart,” they write, and women in church kiss my hands. In the Organization, everything is calm; we earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a month and launder it through a foundation. And there are no more threats from the authorities.
Then, one day, problems begin raining down from all sides. And if I do nothing, everything I built will be destroyed. I can’t let that happen.