Life was much easier when he wore a uniform to events like this. As he drove to the Victoria Country Club, his mind worked on his new lead in the case. Jorge Rivera was one bad dude. He was indeed in the upper ranks of the Mexican Mafia. Rivera’s rap sheet was inked all over his body, right down ...
No one was in line yet. Just the way he liked it. He approached the counter with his carry-on bag and proceeded with routine check-in. “Good morning, sir,” the agent greeted him as fingers flew on the keyboard. “Good morning. No bags to check,” Jack...