It's more than likely they haven't prepared anything like as well as they think they have.

'Nah,' drawls Luiz, winking at Juan. 'I think we can do better than that.'

The knife tightens on her throat as they join Rico. He has a rope and one end is already secured around a stout tree, similar to the way owners allow their dogs a long chain to have some freedom.

Given that there's three of them, the chances of much freedom are low.

'Maybe you just disappeared. Got bored and left - maybe you work for the Americanos. Fuck, you are American. The boss has been betrayed before, you know?'