Years ago, fishing for grouper off the coast of Florida. Saw a bale, hauled it in. Cocaine. First thought - We’re rich. Second thought, we’re dead when the guys come looking for it. We cut it up and threw it back in the water, so it would sink. Third thought - We’re busted. We had cocaine all over the boat. Headed back to dock and thoroughly washed the boat. Went to a restaurant and had grouper for dinner. What a day!
Cops Or Cartels,,,?
I’d leave it.