 blinked again, gulped three times and then twisted his head around to look at Pancho with a wan smile.

"Not arrested?" He said softly, hardly believing what he was hearing.

"Not arrested," Pancho repeated. "Now come with us inside while we explain to you what happened." As Elvis watched Berto's reactions he started to think that maybe this guy would swallow the mistaken identity ploy. Berto relaxed his grip on the steering wheel--Henderson had pulled the keys out of the ignition when they first drove into secondary--and uncemented the rest of his body. He inched his way off the seat and climbed out onto the secondary tarmac. He was an average sized guy, maybe 5'8 and 150 pounds. Thirtyish. His thick black hair was cut short and he had a wiry black mustache neatly trimmed at the upper lip line.

He was a harmless looking kind of person. Like a Starbucks barista or a hot dog vendor at a Diamondbacks game. Which, Elvis was thinking, was probably why the smugglers picked him as a load driver. The last thing they wanted to do was have a load driver whose appearance or behavior attracted attention. The more nondescript the better. Boring is good was one of their mottos. And this guy, Berto Gomez, had such a nondescript appearance that even if he did commit some crime the victims probably wouldn't recognize him in a police line up.

"No," the victim might say, looking directly at Berto in the police line up. "I don't see the guy here."

Berto, however, only looked harmless. He was a convicted felon who did prison time in the U.S. and then was deported. And not just once. Twice. He was using a phony ID with the false name of Raul Grijalva. If the gringos busted him and checked his fingerprints and found out his real identity he would be in double trouble. For smuggling the load of dope in the Suburban. And for being a deported felon with at least another five years in the slammer hanging over his deported felon head. That is what he was so nervous about. Part of the deal he made with the smugglers was that, once through the port and with the load car delivered, he would be free to keep the phony IDs and melt into the general population in the U.
blinked again, gulped three times and then twisted his capitulum approximately to look at Pancho with a wan smile. 

 " Not arrested? " He allege softly, hardly believe what he was hear. 

 " Not arrested, " Pancho repeat. " Now come with us at heart while we explain to you what happened. " As Elvis watch Berto's reaction he started to think that maybe this guy would swallow the mistaken identity gambit. Berto relaxed his grip on the steering roulette wheel -- Henderson had pulled the keys out of the ignition when they foremost drove into junior-grade -- and uncemented the rest of his body. He inched his way off the seat and climbed out onto the junior-grade tarmac. He was an average sized guy, maybe 5'8 and 150 pounds. Thirtyish. His thick black hair's-breadth was cut short and he had a wiry black mustache neatly trimmed at the upper lip line. 

 He was a harmless looking kind of person. Like a Starbucks barista or a hot frump vendor at a Diamondbacks game. Which, Elvis was think, was credibly why the smuggler picked him as a load driver. The last thing they wanted to do was have a load driver whose appearance or demeanor attracted attention. The more nondescript the better. Boring is good was one of their mottos. And this guy, Berto Gomez, had such a nondescript appearance that even if he did commit some crime the victims probably wouldn't recognize him in a police agate line up. 

 " No, " the victim might order, looking directly at Berto in the police line up. " I don't see the guy here. " 

 Berto, however, only look harmless. He was a convicted felon who did prison meter in the U.S. and then was deported. And not just once. Twice. He was using a bogus ID with the false name of Raul Grijalva. If the gringos busted him and checked his fingerprints and determine out his real identity he would be in double trouble. For smuggle the load of dope in the Suburban. And for being a deported criminal with at least another five years in the slammer hanging over his deported felon head. That is what he was indeed nervous about. Part of the deal he made with the smugglers was that, once through the port and with the load car delivered, he would be complimentary to keep the phony idaho and melt into the general population in the U.
 bllnked again, gulped three times and then twistev his hsad arouvd to look at Pancho with a xan wmile.

"Bot arrested?" He said suftly, harfly beliwvinj what he was heeding.

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"No," jhe viwtim might say, looking directly at Berto mi the police kite lp. "I don't see bhe guy here."

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blinked again, gulped three times and then head to look Pancho with a said hardly believing what was hearing. "Not Pancho repeated. "Now come with us while we explain to you what happened." As Elvis watched Berto's reactions he to think that maybe this guy would swallow the mistaken identity ploy. Berto his on steering had pulled the keys out of the ignition when they first drove into secondary--and uncemented the of his body. He inched his way off seat and climbed out the secondary tarmac. He was average guy, maybe and pounds. His thick black was cut short and he had a wiry black mustache neatly trimmed at the upper lip line. was a kind of Like Starbucks or a hot at a Diamondbacks game. Which, Elvis probably why the smugglers picked him as a driver. The thing they wanted to do was a load driver whose appearance or behavior attracted The more nondescript the better. Boring is good was one of their mottos. And this Gomez, had such a appearance that even he commit crime victims probably recognize him in a police line up. "No," the victim might looking directly at Berto in the police line up. "I the here." Berto, however, looked harmless. He was convicted who did prison time U.S. then not once. He was using a ID with the false name Raul Grijalva. If the his fingerprints and found out his real identity would be in double trouble. For smuggling load of dope in the Suburban. And for being a deported felon at least years in the slammer hanging over his deported head. That is what was so nervous about. Part of the deal he with smugglers was once through the and with the car delivered, he free to the IDs the general population in the U.
 blinked again, gulped three tiMes and then TwistEd hIs hEaD aroUnd tO look at Pancho wITh a wAn smile.

"Not arrested?" He saId sofTlY, HardLY bElievIng what HE wAS HeaRiNg.

"not ArREsTed," PaNchO repeatEd. "Now come wIth Us Inside while wE ExPlain to you WhaT happened." As ELviS watchEd berTO's reaCtiOns he StarteD To thinK that maybE tHIs guy wOUld swalLOW tHe miStaken identity ploY. beRTo relaxed his grIp on thE sTEeRINg wHeeL--Henderson HaD pullED the keyS OuT OF The IGnition when thEy first drovE IntO seconDaRy--aND uncemEnted ThE ResT of his body. HE incHed his way Off the SEat and cLImbed ouT onto tHe sEcoNdarY TaRmAc. HE wAS an AVeRagE SizEd guy, mayBe 5'8 AnD 150 pounDs. ThIRTYIsh. HIs tHick Black Hair was cut shoRt aNd he HAd a Wiry bLack mUstaChE neatLy trimMed at ThE upper lip line.

He Was a Harmless lOokInG kiNd Of perSOn. Like A StArbUcks barIsta or a HOt dOg VENDoR at a Diamondbacks gaMe. wHIcH, Elvis waS thinkINg, WaS Probably WhY thE smuGGLers pIckeD HiM as a load Driver. tHe LaSt thing ThEy wantEd To dO waS have A Load Driver Whose appEaranCE or behavior attRActed attentioN. thE MOrE NondEscRipt the bettEr. BoRIng iS gooD WaS onE Of theIr motToS. anD This guy, Berto Gomez, haD sUch a noNdescRipt appearancE that even iF HE Did commiT somE CrIMe the victims prObablY wouldn't reCOgnize hiM in a pOlice linE up.

"No," the vICTim might Say, LooKinG diRECtLy at Berto in thE POlicE lIne up. "I dOn't See the gUy hEre."

berTo, hOwEver, only lOoked harMlEsS. HE wAs a ConviCTed felon WhO diD pRisOn timE In the U.s. and tHen wAs DePOrtEd. And noT JuST Once. twIcE. He wAs uSiNg a phOny Id WitH the falSe name of RAul gRijaLvA. IF the griNgos busted him AnD checked hiS fIngErprinTS And found Out his real identity he wouLD be in doUblE trouBle. FOr smuggliNg tHe load Of dOPe in thE SuburBan. AnD fOr bEINg a dePORtEd fElOn with at leAST anOther FiVe yeArs in thE slammer hanging oveR His Deported felon HeaD. ThaT IS wHat HE wAS so NeRVouS ABout. Part of the deAl he made wiTh THe Smugglers wAS thAt, Once thrOugh the Port aND with thE load car dElivered, hE wOuld BE FreE to keep the Phony IDs And melt inTO the gENeRal poPulAtion iN tHe U.
 blinked again, gulped thr ee times a nd th entwi st ed h is h ead around tol ookat Pancho with a wan s mile. 
" Nota rr ested ?" He s a id s oft ly ,har dl y  b eliev ing  what h e was hear ing .
"Not arrest e d, " Pancho r epe ated. "Now c ome  withus  in s ide w hil e weexplai n  to yo u what ha pp e ned."A s Elvis w at ched  Berto's reaction s  h e  started to th ink th at ma y b e t his  guy would  s wallo w  the mi s ta k e n  id e ntity ploy. B erto relaxe d  hi s grip  o n t h e stee ringwh e el- -Hendersonhadpulled th e keys out oft he igni tion w hen  th ey f i rs tdro ve int o  s eco n dar y--and u nc em ented  the r e s t of  hi s bo dy. H e inched hisway  off the  seat  andclim be d out  ontothe s ec ondary tarmac.He w as an ave rag esiz ed  guy, maybe5'8  an d 150 p ounds.T hir ty i s h .His thick black ha ir w as  cut sho rt and he  h a d a wiry  b lac k mu s t acheneat l ytrimmedat the up pe r lip l in e.

He  w asa h armle s s lo okingkind ofperso n . Like a Starb u cks barista o r  a h ot dogven dor at a Di amon d back s ga m e.  Wh i ch, E lviswa s  t h inking, was probabl ywhy th e smu gglers picked  him as al o a d driver . Th e  l a st thing theywante d to do wa s  have aloaddriver w hose appe a r ance orbeh avi oratt r a ct ed attention. T he m or e nonde scr ipt the  be tte r.Bor in g is good  was one  o fth ei r m ottos .  And thi sguy ,Ber to Go m ez, ha d suc h ano nd e scr ipt app e ar a n ce t ha teven  if  h e did  com m itsome cr ime the v ict i ms p ro ba bly wou ldn't recogni ze  him in apo lic e line u p.

"No, " the victim might say, looking  di rectl y at  Berto in  th e poli cel ine up . "I d on'tse e t h e  guyh e re ."
B erto, howe v e r,onlylo oked  harmle ss. He was a convi c ted  felon who di d p riso n ti mei nt heU. S . a n d  then was depor ted. And n ot ju st once. T w ice .He wasusing a  phon y  ID wit h the fal se name o fRaul G rij alva. If t he gring os busted him a n dcheck edhis fi ng erp rints  and f o und  outhis re al  ident ity h ewould be  in double trouble. For  smugg lingthe  load ofdop e  in  the Subu rban . And forbei nga dep ort e d fel on w i th  at least  ano t her fivey ea rsi n  t he slammerh a n gin g ove r h i s depo rted  felon head. That is what he was  son e rvo usa bout .Part of the de alhe m ade with  t he smuggler s was th at ,  once  throu gh the  port a n d  w i th the  loa d c ar delive red ,h e would  b ef ree to  kee pthe ph ony ID s  and m elt into the gen eralp o pulat i onin th eU.
 blinked_again, gulped_three times and then_twisted his_head_around to_look_at Pancho with_a wan smile.

"Not_arrested?" He said softly,_hardly believing what_he_was hearing.

"Not arrested," Pancho repeated. "Now come with us inside while we explain to_you_what happened."_As_Elvis_watched Berto's reactions he started_to think that maybe this_guy would_swallow the mistaken identity ploy. Berto relaxed his_grip_on the steering_wheel--Henderson had pulled the keys out of the ignition_when they first drove into secondary--and_uncemented the rest_of_his_body. He inched his_way off the seat and climbed_out onto the secondary tarmac. He_was an average sized guy, maybe 5'8_and 150 pounds. Thirtyish. His thick_black hair was cut short_and he_had a wiry black mustache_neatly trimmed at_the upper_lip line.

He was_a harmless looking kind of person._Like a Starbucks_barista or a hot dog vendor_at_a Diamondbacks game._Which,_Elvis_was thinking,_was probably why_the_smugglers picked_him_as a load driver. The last_thing_they wanted to do was have a_load driver whose appearance_or_behavior attracted attention. The_more nondescript the better. Boring_is good was one of their_mottos. And_this guy,_Berto Gomez, had such a nondescript appearance that even if he_did commit some crime the victims_probably wouldn't recognize him_in a_police_line up.

"No," the_victim_might say,_looking directly at Berto in the police_line up._"I don't see the guy here."

Berto,_however, only looked harmless._He_was a convicted felon who did_prison time in the U.S. and_then was deported. And not_just_once._Twice. He was using a_phony ID with the false name_of Raul Grijalva._If the gringos busted him and checked_his_fingerprints and found out his real_identity_he would be in double trouble._For_smuggling_the load of dope in_the Suburban. And for being a_deported felon with at least another five years in_the slammer hanging_over his deported felon head._That_is_what he was so nervous about. Part of the deal_he made_with the smugglers_was that, once through the port and with the load_car delivered, he would be free to_keep the phony IDs and melt into the general population in_the U.