There’s an Internet café, so I post a quick update to my blog. When I’m done blogging, I rejoin Ixchel and Susannah at the restaurant. I take Arcadio’s envelope out of my pocket and place it on the table in front of us. Susannah kisses her fingers and then lightly touches the envelope. Ixchel and...
In movies, these drug lords always have the local police forces pretty much under their thumb. These are the kind of guys who can kill a man and frame some local guy, probably someone who’d gotten on the wrong side of them once too often. But then again, Carlos Montoyo wro...