I sat down and placed the bottle of Mescal between us.
"Okay, let's get down to business. You want the job or not?"
He took a drag on his cigarette, the smoke escaped his lips in an upward swirl.
"Maybe. It depends on what you're offering."
I stared straight into his eyes. He gave nothing away. If anyone could make the hit, he could. But I knew it would cost big money.
"Name your price."
I watched as a smile crept across his thin lips.
"Two hundred thousand, non negotiable."
It was more than I had anticipated, but the target must be got rid of. I poured a shot into each of our glasses.
"You've got a deal."
I raised my glass, he did the same, downed the contents and stood up. He looked around at the other tables, then turned to face me once more. He formed his hand into a gun and mouthed the words "bang' before walking off.
I could feel the sweat trickle down my back. His message was loud and clear. If I tried to renege on the payment, he'd kill me too. Now all I had to do was work out who I could hire to take him out once he'd done the job. I knew just the man, he'll do it for a few hundred.
This is tricky game but I've been in it long enough to know how to win.