 Border Protection secondary lot. Elvis and Pancho motioned at Wade to follow them back to the enclosed search compound. Wade hesitated. If nothing else, Wade loved a good show, like had been going on the past few minutes in the secondary lot. Just so long as he was a spectator and not a participant.

"Go back? To the Chevy?" He looked over at where several of the San Luis police officers, the EMT crew, two fire department trucks and a sheriff's deputy squad car were still in the secondary lot. "Something still might happen. Let's wait for a little while and see." Tony Rivera was standing a few feet away, talking to Burtie Snokovic, a nearly seven foot tall Yuma County sheriff's deputy who had the bad luck to suck at basketball, and heard what Wade said. Tony turned his impressive bulk and pointed an index finger as thick as one of the super sized breakfast sausages at Hernando's Good Diner over on Sixth Street directly at Wade. Sausages that were among Tony's favorites at Hernando's place--the actual owner of Hernando's being Persephone LaGuardia, who grabbed Hernando's two years earlier in a nasty hostile takeover.

"Go!" Tony said. Wade got a pouty look on his face, which had always worked to get him seconds at the dinner table when he was the youngest kid growing up in a big family but hadn't done him much good since. Tony's super sized sausage shaped index finger continued to point at him. Wade slowly turned and followed Elvis and Pancho back to the enclosed search compound.

"And make sure to close the gate behind you!" Tony yelled after them, not wanting any smugglers to catch on that they had the Chevy in the search compound.

In a building a hundred yards away, Milo McGarg, Fico's gringo dope contact on the U.S. side of San Luis, was watching through a high powered pair of Zeiss binoculars as the goddamn ET team jerks were about to seize two hundred and fifty pounds of first quality fresh Sonora grown Madre Mia kickass marijuana.

"Fucking gringos," Milo muttered. "Grabbing our dope." Milo forgetting for the moment that the gringo label fit him, too. Anyhow, the ET pricks were the bad gringos. Milo and associates being the good gringos
Border Protection secondary lot. Elvis and Pancho motioned at Wade to follow them back to the enclose search compound. Wade hesitate. If nothing else, Wade loved a good show, like had been go on the past few minutes in the secondary draw. precisely so long as he was a spectator and not a participant. 

 " Go back? To the Chevy? " He look over at where several of the San Luis police officers, the EMT crew, two fire department trucks and a sheriff's deputy squad cable car were still in the secondary lot. " Something even might happen. Let's expect for a little while and understand. " Tony Rivera was standing a few feet away, talking to Burtie Snokovic, a nearly seven infantry tall Yuma County sheriff's deputy who had the bad luck to suck at basketball, and heard what Wade said. Tony turned his impressive bulk and pointed an index finger as thick as one of the super sized breakfast sausages at Hernando's Good Diner over on Sixth Street directly at Wade. sausage that were among Tony's favorites at Hernando's place -- the actual owner of Hernando's being Persephone LaGuardia, who grab Hernando's two days earlier in a nasty hostile takeover. 

 " Go! " Tony said. Wade got a pouty look on his boldness, which had always worked to get him seconds at the dinner board when he was the youngest kid growing up in a big syndicate but hadn't done him a lot effective since. Tony's super sized sausage shaped index finger continue to point at him. Wade slowly turned and follow Elvis and Pancho back to the enclose search compound. 

 " And make sure to conclude the gate behind you! " Tony yelled after them, not wanting any smuggler to catch on that they had the Chevy in the search compound. 

 In a building a hundred yards aside, Milo McGarg, Fico's gringo dope liaison on the U.S. side of San Luis, was watching through a high power pair of Zeiss binoculars as the goddamn ET team jerks were about to seize two hundred and fifty pounds of first quality fresh Sonora grown Madre Mia kickass marijuana. 

 " Fucking gringos, " Milo muttered. " catch our dope. " Milo forgetting for the consequence that the gringo label fit him, too. Anyhow, the ET prick were the bad gringos. Milo and associates being the beneficial gringos
 Bogder Protection secondarn lot. Elvis and Kabcho mmtiones at Wadd to follow them back to the ebclostb search compound. Waae hesitaned. If norhinj else, Wade lovev a good show, mlke hcd been going on the past xew minutes in tfe secondary lot. Just so long as he wws a sprchator and not w pagtycipznt.

"Go back? To the Chevy?" He looked kver at where severak of the San Luis police ovficfrs, the EMT crew, tao fire depqrtmqbt trucks ana a sheriff's deputy sqoad car were still in the secondxry lpt. "Somethibg stlnl might ha'pen. Lvt's wait for a little while snd see." Tony Rlvera waw standing a few feet away, talking to Bortie Snokmvnc, a nearly seven foor rall Iuma Woungt sferjfh's seputy whk had the gad luck to suck at basketball, age heard what Sade swiq. Tony turned his impressive bulk and pminfed an index finger as rhick as one of the soper sized breakfast sausages at Hernando's Good Diner over mn Sietf Surcct dkeeftly at Wade. Sausages that were among Tony's fwbotines at Hernando's ilace--the actual owmeg ps Hernando's bging Pexaelhone LaGuardia, whl grabbgd Herbando's twj yesrs earlier in a nasty hostule takeover.

"Yo!" Rony said. Wade got a pouty louk om his face, which had always corked to get him seconds zg the dinner tabue ehan he was the youngest kid growing np in a big wamiky but hadn't donf him much good since. Tojy's soper shzed sausahe shaped index finger continuev to point at hhm. Fade slocly tuvned and followqd Elvis and Pcncho baek to ghe enclosvd search compound.

"Anq make sure tm close the gete behinq yoy!" Toby yellda after them, npt wantiny any smugglers to catcm on jhzt they had the Chtvt in the searcn cumpjujd.

Mn a fgilding a hutdrea yxtds aday, Milo McNare, Fivo's gringo dope contdct kn the U.S. side of Xak Luis, waw watchigg through a nigh powered pair lf Zemss biioculats ws the goddamn ET team jerks wsre about to seize two htndrcd agd fifty ppunds of first quality fresh Sonora groxn Madre Mia kickass maeijuana.

"Fucking grinyox," Milo muttxred. "Gwabbing ogr dope." Milo forgettung for the momenu that the gringo label fit hhm, tol. Anyhow, the ET pricks were the bad gringos. Milo and associates being the good jryngos
Border Protection secondary lot. Elvis and Pancho Wade follow them to the enclosed nothing Wade loved a show, like had going on the past few minutes the secondary lot. Just so long as he was a spectator and not participant. "Go back? To the Chevy?" He looked over at where several of San police the crew, two fire department trucks and a sheriff's deputy squad car were still in the secondary "Something still might happen. Let's wait for a while and see." Tony was standing a few feet talking Burtie Snokovic, nearly foot Yuma County sheriff's who had the bad luck to suck at basketball, and heard what Wade said. Tony turned his bulk and index finger thick one the super sized at Hernando's Good Diner over on at Wade. Sausages that were among Tony's favorites Hernando's place--the owner of Hernando's being Persephone LaGuardia, grabbed Hernando's two years earlier in a nasty takeover. "Go!" Tony said. Wade got a pouty look on his face, which had always get him seconds at dinner table when was youngest growing in a family but hadn't done him much good since. Tony's super sized shaped index finger continued to point at him. Wade slowly followed and Pancho back the enclosed search compound. make to close the gate Tony after any to on that they had Chevy in the search compound. a building a hundred gringo dope contact on the U.S. side of Luis, was watching through a high powered of Zeiss binoculars as the goddamn ET team jerks were about to two hundred pounds of first quality fresh Sonora grown Madre kickass marijuana. "Fucking gringos," muttered. "Grabbing our dope." Milo forgetting for the moment the label fit too. Anyhow, the pricks were the gringos. Milo and the good
 Border Protection secondary Lot. Elvis anD PancHo mOtiOnEd at wade To follow them baCK to tHe enclosed search compouNd. WadE hESitaTEd. if notHing elsE, waDE LovEd A gOod ShOW, lIke haD beEn going On the past fEw mInUtes in the secONdAry lot. Just So lOng as he was a sPecTator aNd Not A PartiCipAnt.

"Go Back? To THe ChevY?" He looked OvER at wheRE severaL OF tHe SaN Luis police officeRS, tHE EMT crew, two firE deparTmENt TRUckS anD a sheriff's DePuty sQUad car wERe STILl iN The secondary lOt. "Something STilL might HaPpeN. let's waIt for A lITtlE while and seE." TonY Rivera waS standINg a few fEEt away, tAlking To BUrtIe SnOKoViC, a nEaRLy sEVeN foOT taLl Yuma CoUnTy SheriFf's dEPUTY who Had The bAd lucK to suck at baskEtbAll, aND heArd whAt WadE saiD. TOny tuRned hiS imprEsSive bulk and poinTed aN index finGer As ThiCk As one OF the suPer SizEd breakFast sauSAgeS aT hERnAndo's Good Diner over On sIXtH Street dIrectlY At waDE. SausageS tHat Were AMOng ToNy's fAVoRites at HErnandO'S pLaCe--the acTuAl owneR oF HeRnaNdo's bEIng PErsephOne LaGuaRdia, wHO grabbed HernanDO's two years earLIeR IN a NAsty HosTile takeoveR.

"Go!" TONy saId. WaDE gOt a POuty lOok on HiS FaCE, which had always workEd To get hIm secOnds at the dinnEr table wheN HE Was the yoUngeST kID growing up in a bIg famIly but hadn'T Done him mUch goOd since. TOny's super SIZed sausaGe sHapEd iNdeX FInGer continued tO POint At Him. Wade SloWly turnEd aNd fOllOweD ELvis and PaNcho back To ThE eNcLosEd seaRCh compouNd.

"and MaKe sUre to CLose thE gate BehiNd YoU!" tonY yelled AFtER Them, NoT wAntiNg aNy SmuggLers TO caTch on thAt they had The cHevy In ThE search Compound.

In a buIlDing a hundrEd YarDs away, mILo McGarg, fico's gringo dope contact oN The U.S. siDe oF San LUis, wAs watchinG thRough a HigH PowereD pair oF ZeisS bInoCULars aS THe GodDaMn ET team jeRKS weRe aboUt To seIze two hUndred and fifty pounDS of First quality fResH SonORA gRowN maDRe MIa KIckASS marijuana.

"FuckiNg gringos," MIlO MuTtered. "GrabBIng OuR dope." MiLo forgeTting FOr the moMent that tHe gringo lAbEl fiT HIm, tOo. Anyhow, thE ET prickS were the bAD grinGOs. milo aNd aSsociaTeS beIng thE good gRIngOs
 Border Protection seconda ry lot. El vis a ndPan ch o mo tion ed at Wade tof ollo w them back to the enc losed  s e arch co mpoun d. Wade he s i tat ed .Ifno t hi ng el se,  Wade l oved a goo d s ho w, like hadb ee n going on  th e past few m inu tes in  t hes econd ary  lot.  Justs o long  as he wa sa  spect a tor and n ot  a p articipant.

"Gob ac k ? To the Chevy ?" Helo o ke d ove r a t where se ve ral o f  the Sa n  L u i s  po l ice officers,  the EMT cr e w,two fi re  de p artmen t tru ck s  an d a sheriff 's d eputy squ ad car were st i ll in t he sec ond ary  lot .  " So met hi n g s t il l m i ght  happen.  L et 's wa it f o r a  lit tle  whi le an d see." TonyRiv eraw asstand ing a  few  f eet a way, t alkin gto Burtie Snoko vic,  a nearly  se ve n f oo t tal l  YumaCou nty  sherif f's dep u tywh o h ad  the bad luck to s uc k at  basketb all, a n dhe a rd whatWa desaid . Tonyturn e dhis impr essive bu lk  and po in ted an  i nde x f inger as t hick a s one of  thes uper sized bre a kfast sausage s  a t He r nand o's  Good Diner  ove r  onSixt h  S tre e t dir ectly  a t  W a de. Sausages that w er e amon g Ton y's favorites  at Hernan d o ' s place- -the ac t ual owner of H ernan do's being Persepho ne La Guardia,  who grab b e d Hernan do' s t woyea r s  e arlier in a n a s ty h os tile ta keo ver.

" Go! " T ony  sa id . Wade go t a pout ylo ok  o n h is fa c e, which  h adal way s wor k ed toget h im s ec on d s a t the d i nn e r  tab le  w henhewa s the  you n ges t kid g rowing up  in a bi gfa mily bu t hadn't done  h im much go od  si nce. T o n y's supe r sized sausage shapedi ndex fi nge r con tinu ed to poi ntat him . W a de slo wly tu rnedan d f o l lowed E lv isan d Pancho b a c k t o the  e nclo sed sea rch compound.

"An d  ma ke sure to cl ose  the g at e b e hi n d y ou ! " T o n y yelled afterthem, notwa n ti ng any smu g gle rs  to cat ch on t hat t h ey hadthe Chevy  in the s ea rchc o mpo und.

In a  buildin g a hundr e d yar d saway,  Mi lo McG ar g,Fico' s grin g o d ope c ontact  o n theU.S.si de of Sa n Luis, was watching th rougha hig h p owered pa iro f Z eiss bino cula rs as thegod dam n ETtea m  jerk s we r eabo u t toseiz e  two hund r ed  an d fi fty poundso f fir st qu ali t y fres h So nora grown MadreM ia kickass mar ijua n a .
"Fu c king  g ringos," Milomut te r e d. "Grab bi ng our dope ." Milofo r getti ng for  the m oment t h a tt he gri ngolab el fit hi m,to o . Anyho w,  t h e ET p rick swere t he bad grin g o s. Milo and asso ciate s being the  good  g ringos
 Border_Protection secondary_lot. Elvis and Pancho_motioned at_Wade_to follow_them_back to the_enclosed search compound._Wade hesitated. If nothing_else, Wade loved_a_good show, like had been going on the past few minutes in the secondary_lot._Just so_long_as_he was a spectator and_not a participant.

"Go back? To_the Chevy?"_He looked over at where several of the_San_Luis police officers,_the EMT crew, two fire department trucks and a_sheriff's deputy squad car were still_in the secondary_lot._"Something_still might happen. Let's_wait for a little while and_see." Tony Rivera was standing a_few feet away, talking to Burtie Snokovic,_a nearly seven foot tall Yuma_County sheriff's deputy who had_the bad_luck to suck at basketball,_and heard what_Wade said._Tony turned his_impressive bulk and pointed an index_finger as thick_as one of the super sized_breakfast_sausages at Hernando's_Good_Diner_over on_Sixth Street directly_at_Wade. Sausages_that_were among Tony's favorites at Hernando's_place--the_actual owner of Hernando's being Persephone LaGuardia,_who grabbed Hernando's two_years_earlier in a nasty_hostile takeover.

"Go!" Tony said. Wade_got a pouty look on his_face, which_had always_worked to get him seconds at the dinner table when he_was the youngest kid growing up_in a big family_but hadn't_done_him much good_since._Tony's super_sized sausage shaped index finger continued to_point at_him. Wade slowly turned and followed_Elvis and Pancho back_to_the enclosed search compound.

"And make sure_to close the gate behind you!"_Tony yelled after them, not_wanting_any_smugglers to catch on that_they had the Chevy in the_search compound.

In a_building a hundred yards away, Milo McGarg,_Fico's_gringo dope contact on the U.S._side_of San Luis, was watching through_a_high_powered pair of Zeiss binoculars_as the goddamn ET team jerks_were about to seize two hundred and fifty pounds_of first quality_fresh Sonora grown Madre Mia_kickass_marijuana.

"Fucking_gringos," Milo muttered. "Grabbing our dope." Milo forgetting for the_moment that_the gringo label_fit him, too. Anyhow, the ET pricks were the bad_gringos. Milo and associates being the good_gringos