Which also means having to deal with los tíos, and I already know the hawk uncles have some weird hold over the Mexican gangs. When you add in the fact that the Kings are just plain loco, there’s no way to tell what he’ll do. Turns out he opts for backing down. His eyes are spitting hate, but he’s got a big fake smile on his face. “We’ll see you later, ese,” he says. “You have your fun today.” He and Para move off through the crowd. I see the staties hesitate. Finally one of them trails along behind Fat Boy and his lieutenant, and the other watches us for a minute or so before moving on himself. “What’s the deal with the bangers and these hawk dudes?” J-Dog wants to know. “Beats me. But I’ve seen one of them use just a few words to stop a whole roomful of Kings about to blow.” “You girls finished your pissing match?” Matteson asks through the earpiece. “They teach you to talk like that in FBI school?” I ask him. He laughs. “How’s it looking out there?”
