Once A Stalker, Always…

"Where would a person go if he needed to get a new identification?" Arflin asked the taxi driver.

"I can take you to a bar on the other side of town. It's quite possible you may find someone there who can help you. It will cost you though. Good fake ids are hard to come by. I'll take you for one hundred pesos," the driver said.

Right now with the police one step behind him, Arflin did not have time to argue the price, and handed the taxi driver one hundred pesos. The driver took him to a shady part of the city where drug dealers were known to frequent the bars.

"If you can't get what you want in here, then you can't get it anywhere in Bogota," the driver said as he let Arflin out in front of a bar.

It wasn't very long before Arflin found just the right person he was looking for. The man was tall and slender. He was dressed neatly in a leisure suit. Arflin could sense the man was a hustler. He figured this man knew his way around when it came to making deals.

The man said his name was Juan. He bought Juan a couple of drinks. Arflin told Juan he needed a new id and also a pistol. He was willing to pay good money for the best.

"Give me about twenty minutes and I will let you know. I need to make a few phone calls," Juan said as he walked outside the bar.