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EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK:
Vinny, You Got
To Vamoose, Vamonos!
My friends were worried,
“You got to get out of here or your shit is going to be flaky.
The police will throw you in jail and then you’ll be in big
trouble when Uncle Sam has to bail you out.”
Despite the terror I felt
at the prospect of being arrested in a foreign country, I made
an attempt hide my terror and to appear cavalier.
I grabbed Maria and gave
her a kiss, “I got to scram for tonight, but I’ll come back
later.” I rushed out of the club and went several blocks up the
road to where I thought I could hide—in the Los Mangos Club.
I grabbed a seat at the
main bar counter and I ordered a beer and tried to keep my head
down.
Sitting to my left was a
rather plain looking guy with a pinched-face. He was very tall
and gawky and thin, with fine blonde hair and very blue eyes. He
had a street face, a face that you would see in any dive. He had
been looking intently at me from the moment I sat down.
He said, “Buddy, you got
the look of man trying to lay low.” I nervously looked over at
him and asked him why he would think such a thing.
He seemed cool and aloof as he said, “I can see
it… you show all the signs. I’ve been around El Paso and Juarez
for years. I know the streets, I know how things work around
here.”
Curious I said, “How’s is
it that you’ve been around here that long… you in the Army?”
“Nah, not anymore, I just
got out of the Army a year ago and live half my time down here.
I’m what you could call an
expatriate.”
“You live down here… what
do you do for a living?”
He had quick,
nicotine-stained fingers that were nervously flicking his
cigarette. He smiled, “Oh, I got a variety of things going on. I
guess you could say I am in the import-export business dealing
with hard to get stuff.” He smiled.
“Oh this is fucking great. I probably
have the police looking for me and I’m sitting next to an
international drug smuggler, or at the very least a thief or a
fence of sorts”
As if he could read my
thoughts he said, “Don’t stress out man, I’m really connected
with the locals here, even the Mexican police. He laughed again,
“Especially the Mexican police.
Down here everything is
business. If you know what you’re doing, everyone profits.” He
looked over at the bartender and spoke in what sounded like
flawless Spanish. The bartender brought me another beer.
Startled, I went for my wallet, but the bartender just smiled
and waved away my attempt to pay him.
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