Ramon Salazar

He holds up a finger - in a minute - and leans forward.

'Take us straight there, Henri.'

'But Hector...'

'Straight there.'

The car moves and Ramon settles back, throwing his kid brother a smoke. Time he grew up anyway.

'Paying someone a visit usually means they've done something they shouldn't and need to be taught a lesson. Or shot.'

He sounds unconcerned about which it might be.

'We'll find out when we get there.' He looks over to her, aware their legs are touching in the dark. 'You'll probably want to stay in the car.'

The fact that he's not telling her she will be staying in the car is an unusal show of respect, from Ramon.