 garage who was the boss--the Jeffe–in this crew. El Cientifico. Known to most, at least those on his good side, by his nickname. Fico.

Fico walked slowly around the pickup, careful eyes probing every visible inch of it and his olfactory sense whiffing for any hint of the hidden. It was a Chevy Silverado he'd picked out himself from his loopy cousin Alberto's clandestine lot of cars stolen across the line in the U.S.--mostly from malls in Phoenix and Tucson. It was such a common story in the Arizona big cities that it no longer even made the back pages of the struggling newspapers or even the online editions scraping the news barrel. A shopper would come out of the mall loaded down with shopping bags, and probably also an overstuffed stomach from an unhealthy but tasty lunch in the food court, the sound of the blood rushing through their veins and arteries somewhat muted by cholesterol sound proofing, and find their vehicle gone.

At first they'd think they'd come out the wrong door and had their vehicle's location misidentified in the sprawling lot, then start wandering through the labyrinth of parked cars looking for their vehicle. Most pressed the electronic button on their key chains and listened for the tell tale warble or whistle or bleep or, in at least one case, the whine of an incoming ballistic missile, to locate their mischievous hiding vehicle. But by far the most memorable door opener was a recording of a porn star faking an orgasm. That one got a lot of attention, plus it was an ice breaker at what had formerly been a yawner of a tail gate party.

The car hunt was like a metallic game of hide and seek in the mall parking lot. After a while they'd finally figure out some goddamn rotten SOB sneak thief had stolen their vehicle. Either that or the bank had sent in a tow truck and repossessed it. Repossessing stuff a nicely profitable business during the recent economic downturn. To paraphrase what a well known and extremely rich national figure once said. One man's catastrophe is another man's opportunity. In fact more than one former car thief used their prior 'car removal' experience to start up repossessing businesses and even join the Greater Tucson Area Chamber of Commerce. One of them lately entertaining a run for president of the Chamber in the next biennial election.

"You know, Fern
garage who was the boss -- the Jeffe – in this crew. El Cientifico. Known to most, at least those on his good slope, by his nickname. Fico. 

 Fico walk slowly around the tone arm, careful eye probing every visible inch of it and his olfactory common sense whiffing for any hint of the hidden. It was a Chevy Silverado he'd pluck out himself from his loopy cousin Alberto's clandestine lot of car stolen across the line in the U.S.--mostly from plaza in Phoenix and Tucson. It was such a coarse story in the Arizona big cities that it no longer even made the back pages of the fight newspapers or even the online editions scrape the news barrel. A shopper would come out of the mall loaded down with shopping bag, and probably also an overstuffed stomach from an unhealthy but tasty lunch in the food court, the strait of the blood rushing through their veins and arteries somewhat muted by cholesterol sound proofing, and find their vehicle gone. 

 At first they'd think they'd come out the wrong door and had their vehicle's location misidentified in the sprawl lot, then start wander through the inner ear of parked cars look for their vehicle. Most pressed the electronic button on their key chain and listened for the tell tale warble or whistle or bleep or, in at least one case, the whine of an incoming ballistic projectile, to locate their mischievous hiding vehicle. But by far the most memorable door opener was a recording of a porn ace faking an orgasm. That one got a lot of attention, plus it was an ice surf at what had formerly been a yawner of a tail gate party. 

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fiCO walKEd SlowlY around THe PICkuP, cArEfuL eYEs ProbiNg eVery visIble inch of It aNd His olfactory SEnSe whiffing For Any hint of the HidDen. It wAs A ChEVy SilVerAdo he'D pickeD Out himSelf from hIs LOopy coUSin AlbeRTO's ClanDestine lot of cars sTOlEN across the line In the U.s.--mOStLY FroM maLls in PhoenIx And TuCSon. It waS SuCH A ComMOn story in the ARizona big ciTIes That it No LonGEr even Made tHe BAck Pages of the sTrugGling newsPapers OR even thE Online eDitionS scRapIng tHE nEwS baRrEL. A sHOpPer WOulD come out Of ThE mall LoadED DOWn wiTh sHoppIng baGs, and probably AlsO an oVErsTuffeD stomAch fRoM an unHealthY but tAsTy lunch in the fooD couRt, the sounD of ThE blOoD rushINg throUgh TheIr veins And arteRIes SoMEWHaT muted by cholesteroL sOUNd Proofing, And finD ThEiR Vehicle gOnE.

At FirsT THey'd tHink THeY'd come ouT the wrONg DoOr and haD tHeir veHiCle'S loCatioN MisiDentifIed in the SprawLIng lot, then starT Wandering throUGh THE lAByriNth Of parked carS looKIng fOr thEIr VehICle. MoSt preSsED tHE electronic button on ThEir key ChainS and listened fOr the tell tALE Warble or WhisTLe OR bleep or, in at leAst onE case, the whINe of an inCominG ballistIc missile, TO Locate thEir MisChiEvoUS HiDing vehicle. BuT BY far ThE most meMorAble dooR opEneR waS a rEcOrding of a Porn star FaKiNg An OrgAsm. ThAT one got a LoT of AtTenTion, pLUs it waS an icE breAkEr AT whAt had foRMeRLY beeN a YaWner Of a TaIl gatE parTY.

ThE car hunT was like a MetALlic GaMe Of hide aNd seek in the maLl Parking lot. afTer A while THEy'd finalLy figure out some goddamn rOTten SOB SneAk thiEf haD stolen thEir VehiclE. EiTHer thaT or the Bank hAd SenT IN a tow TRUcK anD rEpossessed IT. repOssesSiNg stUff a nicEly profitable businESs dUring the recenT ecOnomIC DoWntURn. tO paRaPHraSE What a well known aNd extremelY rICh National fiGUre OnCe said. ONe man's cAtastROphe is aNother man'S opportunItY. In fACT moRe than one fOrmer car Thief used THeir pRIoR 'car rEmoVal' expErIenCe to sTart up REpoSsessIng busInEsses aNd eveN jOin the GrEater Tucson Area Chamber oF CommeRce. OnE of Them latelY enTErtAining a ruN for President oF thE ChAmber In tHE next BienNIaL elECtion.

"you kNOw, Fern
 garage who was the boss-- the Jeffe– in th iscre w.  ElCien tifico. Knownt o mo st, at least those onhis g oo d  sid e ,by hi s nickn a me . Fic o. 
Fic ow al ked s low ly arou nd the pic kup ,careful eyes pr obing ever y v isible inchofit and  h iso lfact ory  sens e whif f ing fo r any hin to f theh idden.I t  w as a  Chevy Silveradoh e' d  picked out hi mselffr o mh i s l oop y cousin A lb erto' s  clande s ti n e lot of cars stole n across th e  li ne inth e U . S.--mo stlyfr o m m alls in Pho enix  and Tucs on. It was suc h  a comm on sto ryintheA ri zo nabi g  ci t ie s t h atit no lo ng er  even  mad e t h e ba ckpage s ofthe strugglin g n ewsp a per s oreventheon lineeditio ns sc ra ping the news b arre l. A shop per  w oul dcomeo ut ofthe  ma ll load ed down wit hs h o pp ing bags, and prob ab l y  a lso an o verstu f fe ds tomach f ro m a n un h e althy  but ta sty lunc h in t h efo od cour t,  the s ou ndofthe b l oodrushin g throug h the i r veins and ar t eries somewha t  m u t ed by c hol esterol sou nd p r oofi ng,a nd  fi n d the ir ve hi c le gone.

At first the y' d thin k the y'd come outthe wrongd o o r and ha d th e ir vehicle's loca tionmisidentif i ed in th e spr awling l ot, thens t art wand eri ngthr oug h th e labyrinth o f park ed  cars l ook ing for  th eir  ve hic le . Most pr essed th eel ec tr oni c but t on on th ei r k ey  ch ainsa nd lis tened  for  t he tel l talew ar b l e or  w hi stle  or  b leepor,i n a t least  one case , t h e wh in eof an i ncoming balli st ic missile ,tolocate t heir mis chievous hiding vehicle .  But by  fa r the  mos t memorab ledoor o pen e r wasa reco rding  o f a p orn s t a rfak in g an orgas m .  Th at on egota lot o f attention, plusi t w as an ice bre ake r at w ha t h a df orm er l y b e e n a yawner of a  tail gate  p a rt y.

The ca r  hu nt  was li ke a me talli c  game o f hide an d seek in  t he m a l l p arking lot . Aftera while t h ey'df in allyfig ure ou tsom e god damn r o tte n SOB  sneak  t hief h ad st ol en their  vehicle. Either that o r thebankhad  sent ina t o w t ruck andrepo ssessed it . R epo ssess ing stuff  a n i ce lyp rofit able businessd ur ing t he  recent eco n o m icdownt urn .  To pa raph rase what a wellk nown and extre mely r ich  na t iona lfigure once sa id.  O n e  man's c at astrophe is  another  m a n's o pportu nity.In fact m or e  thanonefor mer car t hie fu sed the ir  p r ior 'c ar r em oval'experi e ncet o  start up reposs essin g busin e sse s and  e ven joi n  the  Greater T ucson AreaChambe r of  Comm erce. O ne  of th emla tely enter t aining arun f or pres id entofthe Ch ambe r in th e ne xt  bi ennial el e c ti o n. 
" You  kno w, Fe rn 
 garage_who was_the boss--the Jeffe–in this_crew. El_Cientifico._Known to_most,_at least those_on his good_side, by his nickname._Fico.

Fico walked slowly_around_the pickup, careful eyes probing every visible inch of it and his olfactory sense_whiffing_for any_hint_of_the hidden. It was a_Chevy Silverado he'd picked out_himself from_his loopy cousin Alberto's clandestine lot of cars_stolen_across the line_in the U.S.--mostly from malls in Phoenix and Tucson._It was such a common story_in the Arizona_big_cities_that it no longer_even made the back pages of_the struggling newspapers or even the_online editions scraping the news barrel. A_shopper would come out of the_mall loaded down with shopping_bags, and_probably also an overstuffed stomach_from an unhealthy_but tasty_lunch in the_food court, the sound of the_blood rushing through_their veins and arteries somewhat muted_by_cholesterol sound proofing,_and_find_their vehicle_gone.

At first they'd_think_they'd come_out_the wrong door and had their_vehicle's_location misidentified in the sprawling lot, then_start wandering through the_labyrinth_of parked cars looking_for their vehicle. Most pressed_the electronic button on their key_chains and_listened for_the tell tale warble or whistle or bleep or, in at_least one case, the whine of_an incoming ballistic missile,_to locate_their_mischievous hiding vehicle._But_by far_the most memorable door opener was a_recording of_a porn star faking an orgasm._That one got a_lot_of attention, plus it was an_ice breaker at what had formerly_been a yawner of a_tail_gate_party.

The car hunt was like_a metallic game of hide and_seek in the_mall parking lot. After a while they'd_finally_figure out some goddamn rotten SOB_sneak_thief had stolen their vehicle. Either_that_or_the bank had sent in_a tow truck and repossessed it._Repossessing stuff a nicely profitable business during the recent_economic downturn. To_paraphrase what a well known_and_extremely_rich national figure once said. One man's catastrophe is another_man's opportunity._In fact more_than one former car thief used their prior 'car removal'_experience to start up repossessing businesses and_even join the Greater Tucson Area Chamber of Commerce. One of_them lately entertaining a run for president of_the Chamber in the next biennial election.

"You_know, Fern