Paco had raced to his phone to call his boss. He worked at the hotel as a pool boy with only a Speedo for his uniform, so he couldn't very well carry his phone with him. So he was at his company locker in the employee changing room calling his boss.
"Hola, Hector, I scored a Rolex, a real one and not a knock off. Since that's real his credit cards must be limitless."
"Hold on," said Hector.
He waited.
"Muy Bueno, Paco!" Said a distinctive voice over the phone. It was the cartel boss.
"Si, jefe! Gracias!"
"Meet me in the front lobby of the hotel with your haul in 10 minutes."
"Yessir!" Paco said as he rapidly dressed. He couldn't go through the lobby in his Speedo, that might get him arrested.
Rick slowly staggered down the hallway in search of the thief. By the time he made it to the elevator, Paco was already in the lobby holding a brown paper bag. The elevator doors open, and wearing only a thong, Rick staggered into the palatial lobby.
"Excuse me, sir, swimwear is not allowed in the lobby," said a man with a name tag on his blazer.
Rick was not paying attention to the hotel clerk. His attention was focused on Paco handing a man in a white suit his Rolex, and the man started to put the watch on his wrist.
Rick lurched toward the pair, he shouted in a slurred voice, " Hey, tha's muh wahtch!"