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with La Eme. Mexican Mafia.

Some totally tough Latinos.

Definitely not the kind of

guys you want to mess over.

No problem. I’ll play straight

with them. Cash and carry.

That’s the only way to deal

with Cesar and La Eme.

Brad Picks Me Up

Right on time. I figure

d we’d

head for the projects. Instead,

he drives well east of the city,

to the little bedroom community

of Fernley. It’s a silent twenty-

minute drive. What’s left to say?

Cesar lives in a well-kept

mobile home on a ten-acre

piece of high desert ground.

When we pull through the gate,

we are greeted by a rottweiler

the size of a Shetland pony.

The animal woofs like a bear,

and drool slides from his jowls.

The commotion brings Cesar

(I assume) to the front door.

León! Abajo! he commands.

The dog drops to the ground.

He’ll expect us to stay at

least a half hour, Brad says.

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