Kiwi spills tale of drug lords, crooked deals and death
The day Keith Bulfin’s colleague was shot dead in a Mexico City hotel room, he had been telling Bulfin about the torture techniques the pair may have had to endure if the drug cartels picked them up.
Would it be sticking their heads in a box with a hungry mouse or strapping them naked on to a block of ice until they screamed in agony?
That question would never be answered. Hours later, the United States Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) agent and two drug dealers, one Mexican, one Colombian, were dead and Bulfin was fleeing for the US border carrying a suitcase with US$10 million.
Bulfin had gone to the hotel with the agent for a high-stakes business meeting with the drug dealers who wanted Bulfin to launder their profits through international bank accounts. Little did they know Bulfin was masquerading as a banker but really working undercover for the DEA. His cover was blown when the Colombian dealer recognised the agent and the meeting ended in a bloody shoot-out. Leaving his dead mate with a gaping hole in his neck, Bulfin went on the run, hauling a wounded Colombian who had been shot in the stomach. The DEA wanted him captured alive.