The Mexico Run

    I picked up the XKE in San Francisco. It cost me 2,600

bucks and it would do one hundred and forty. I needed that speed because what I

was planning was a very fast buck.

    I was on my way to Mexico to pick up some Acapulco

gold for a very hungry U.S. dealer.

    It was OK until I ran into a crooked Mexican cop named

Morales. He had a slice of everything-grass, hard goods, gambling, prostitution,

you name it. He was dangerous and tricky. And he would just as soon kill you as

do business with you.

    He was trying to do both with me. What started out as

a simple plan to make a few illicit shekels was turning into a horror

story.

    It began with murder. A very kinky murder.