He lights a cigarette and looks at her but says nothing until the waiter comes back. He orders enchiladas for the both of them with a range of sides and waits until the man disappears again.

'Of course something will have to be done. It may even have been taken care of by now though I imagine Raul won't...' he trails off mid-sentence and shakes his head, as if to dislodge a memory.

'All of them died. I can't ask them whether they were sent by someone or if it was just them wanting money. I imagine the former but I can't prove it until we've done some digging. If there's more to it, it'll be taken care of.'