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The natives had stolen my wallet, my watch, my knife, and my shoes. Luckily, I was able to steal a sombrero from someone's front porch and now I blended in fine, after having to wallow in a shit stinking alley all night, trying to be as inconspicious as possible. I looked like most of them now, barefoot with stains all over my clothes - fleas, lice, or some other strange sucking insect biting the hell out of me in places best left unmentioned.

Katie Vee had left me in the bar the night before - saying she was going to the bathroom, but I knew she wouldn't be back when she left the table. It always ended this way - me making my excuses and her leaving before she would give me the satisfaction of seeing her cry. I don't know why we keep doing this to each other.

So there I was, putting down shots of Cuervo and feeling like the sonofabitch I knew I was when she walked up. Long dark hair, dark eyes, and a bondage mistress look to her - said her name was Rockess, but I might refer to her as Lady. She was hot, made doubly so by the thigh high stillettos she was sporting and the miniskirt she was almost wearing. Boobs falling out, what was I supposed to do? Cuervo courage is easy when you give him control, so it was only to down the last shot and follow her outside to the alley expecting much. And being jumped by five dudes straight out of a Pancho Villa story. I'm not sure which hurt worse, the beating they gave me, or the look in her eyes that said she didn't give a fuck.

Don't get me wrong, I can usually take care of myself, but when you have five dudes wailing on you and you could hardly stand to begin with, it's sort of difficult to land any punches. The icing on the cake? After the beating and robbing she steps up and wipes some grimy shit off of her heels onto my face.

"Get the fuck outta our town, asshole" she said.

I don't need to be told twice.

Now, I stagger more from pain than from drink back to the hotel room. It's only two blocks away, but it seems to take forever. The streets have shit laying all over them and my feet are starting to bleed from little cuts. Maybe that's why they took my shoes.

I hope and pray that KV is still there at the hotel waiting on me, but I know she is smarter than that by now. She now knows I will never change and she will have left a bad part of her life behind if she finds the courage. I hope she does, she deserves better than this, and I can't - or won't - give it to her.

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continue it soon sir

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The smarmy guy behind the counter nods at me when I finally stumble in. He has the look of someone that should never be left alone with children, and if my balls weren't on the line right now, I would probably do the world a favor and find the time to take his ass out.

"Any messages for me this morning?" I ask.

"No sir. I saw your girlfriend leave last night late with some bags. She didn't say anything to me. No other messages either."

I want to say "Good, she's far too sweet a person for your eyes to be touching her", but I only shrug and plod on upstairs to my room, both relieved and sad. When I open the door, I see most of the things that were here last night are gone. That's it, then, KV is out of my life for good now. I tell myself it's better this way, she would only end up dead and I would just hurt her more along the way. I should never have let things get this far anyhow.

I turn on the shower and step in to scrub as much filth off of my person I can manage with the questionable sanitation of what passes for water down here. I use a rag that I stole from the last place I stayed in overnight. They don't even supply one in this seedy joint. They were probably all stolen too. I take extra care on my cut feet - I wouldn't want to contract necrotizing fasciitis or some other rotting shit on what I have lately come to rely on as my main mode of transportation.

I step out of the shower, having to drip dry and begin to look for something in my bag to put on my cuts. There's nothing, so I grab an almost spent bottle of whiskey and apply that. Antibiotics probably wouldn't kill the bugs in this area anyway. Maybe alcohol will.

It's a quick job packing since I have almost nothing anyway. I leave anything I don't think I will need and head back downstairs. Smarmy fellow doesn't say anything when I walk out and I behave in the same fashion.

There aren't many people on the street, but I know I am being watched - either by some of Lady's friends or by some other unknown party. It doesn't matter, I am getting the hell out of Tuxtepec while I still can. I will pay Lady and company back soon, but now is not the time. Live to fight another day.

Besides, I got what I came for.

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He looked up at me when I walked into his business in Oaxaca one afternoon several days later. Eduardo Boleros was a kindly older fellow of about 50 years who spent most mornings building rather nice furniture. Table and chair sets were his specialty and they commanded a high price in the nicer places of Mexico City. Even some of the more pretentious people back in the states were known to either own, or desire to own a Bolo set. Ironic that such a lucrative business was actually a front for one of the more prosperous drug cartels in southern Mexico run by El Bolo.

It was El Bolo who looked at me now, weighing the almost healed damage to my face, courtesy of Lady. It didn't matter that he was sanding a tabletop, I was the wrong kind of client to be greeted by Eduardo.

"You get the information we needed?", he asked.

"Yes", I replied, "And I won't even charge you for the scars I received."

"Good, because you wouldn't get it. I pay you more than enough already, and besides, you didn't need to get scars just to gather the information I need. You are getting careless, and I do not like careless. It may be that we no longer do business again."

"You want the information?", I asked.

"Yes"

"The new baron for the Tuxtepec cartel is named Guillermo Fernandez. The word on the street is that he started out a year ago as muscle for the late Bandito and may have terminated him himself. The runner I talked to is scared of him, like he is crazy and wreckless."

"I don't like wreckless, either. As you know, Bandito was my friend and sometimes partner in profitable enterprises, and I am not amused that he died by anything other than natural causes. Are you certain that it was not an accident?"

"Well, accidents usually do not result in eyeballs being removed and ears being cut off."

The Bolo paused in his sanding again. I got the strange feeling that I should leave and soon. I turned and headed back to the door. Just as I was about to open it, he said "Don't leave town, I may have another job for you pretty soon. Check into The Rio and rest. I will send someone over to have a look at your cuts. And don't draw attention - keep a low profile."

"Fine", I said, and headed out the door.

The Rio was only a few blocks away, so I walked in that direction, just another nameless face in the crowd, albeit a foreign face. But I had been seen here or there in Oaxaca before and was pretty confident that nobody in the city would bother me for fear of running afoul of The Bolo. Not good for the health.

I swung by the nearest liquor store and grabbed a few bottles. It was cheap, but that doesn't matter if you are trying to forget a woman.

When I got to The Rio, I requested the same room I always did. The one on the top floor with the fire escape. The manager rang me up and handed me the keys, and I went on up the stairs and unlocked the door.

The clean smell that hit me was a blessing and a curse. I had been mucking for a week now on the road back to Oaxaca, hiding, dodging, paranoia. Getting your ass beat will do that sometimes. The clean smell made me feel better, but it also reminded me of KV and the last time we were here together. Time to open the first bottle.

It was stupid of me, and The Bolo was right, careless. He probably knew I left for Tuxtepec with her, and if he didn't already know I came back alone, he would soon. Nothing escapes his notice inside the Oaxaca city limits. I had intended to use her as a cover on the trip - a couple in love, viewing the sights. Dangerous in Mexico in the wrong part of the country, but I knew what I was about. Or I thought I did. Anyway, Katie Vee got suspicious, and rightly so when I began asking the right people the right questions in Tuxtepec. She figured it out pretty quickly, thus our final fight and my subsequent ass kicking.

I should never have let The Bolo know about her. Eduardo would have been kind and welcoming, but when he was The Bolo, he was ruthless. Not that I expect he would ever use her against me, but with cartel bosses, you never know.

"You're safe now, love. Stay away. Goodbye." I proceed to drain the first bottle. The last thing I remember before passing out is that picture I used to have of her - black rimmed glasses and what looked like her biting the inside of her cheek. Hell isn't hot enough for the likes of me.

to be continued....
 

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now this story is getting good
 

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damn jeff,,,you are writing this all down right,,,,I got to know how this ends
 

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My hangover is not as bad as I would have expected. Waking up and feeling a slight headache, but rested is the first good thing that has happened to me in a week. My feet are feeling strange, and when I look down at them, I can see that someone has come in and cleaned them. Being unconscious is a good thing sometimes.

I check out the rest of the room and see that I have clean clothes hanging on the back of a chair and a different pair of shoes, slightly used looking. Maybe these will not get stolen. They probably ARE stolen, come to think of it.

I get up and bathe, noticing that it is evening time. I guess I slept through the whole day. After a soak, I realize how hungry I am, so I get dressed in someone else's duds and shoes, and head downstairs to scope out a bite to eat.

The manager behind the desk flags me down. "Mr. Mendozza, you have a message." He pushes an envelop across the counter toward me. I pick it up and check to see if it has been tampered with. It hasn't and I didn't expect it. Reading things you shouldn't around these parts can get you dead. I opened it up and unfolded the single sheet of paper inside.

"El Rexo", it read.

"Thanks", I told the manager, and headed out the front door, turning right to make my way to El Rexo. There was a good bit of people on the streets at this time of the evening, so I weaved my way onwards for several minutes, feeling better by the time I arrived at the modest establishment that Eduardo wanted to meet me in. El Bolo would not make an appearance, I was certain. He rarely got out and preferred to do all of his business in private away from eyes and ears.

El Rexo, Pedro Montalban's modest establishment, served tastey food and was a popular haunt for families to get a meal one night out of the week. The family atmosphere calmed my nerves a bit. That crack from El Bolo about us "not doing business again" had a ring of finality to it that was a bit disquieting.

Pedro himself was bustling about with a serving tray in one hand and a pitcher of something in the other. He noticed me after a few moments and waved me over to a nicer table in the corner. Guess he knew who was coming tonight. After a few minutes, he made his way over to my table to take my order.

"I'll have steak and beans", I told him. He nodded his head and made his way back behind a counter and started doing whatever it is that owners of restaurants do when they are making food. A young lady, probably his daughter, came by with a pitcher of some sort of aqua fresca variation and poured me a glass. I nodded my thanks, and sat back to wait on either steak or eduardo, whichever came first.

I didn't have to wait long.

to be continued....
 

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Eduardo arrived before the steak. He had two of his muscle guys with him. Which is strange, because I didn't believe there was anyone in this crap town that would want to harm him. Eduardo is one of those Bosses that cares. Which is to say that he has no qualms about having someone's throat slit, but he is also a local philanthropist. There are no hungry children in this town. The people here know who and what he is, and they love him in spite of it. So why would he have an escort?

He moves toward my direction as I begin to look for escape routes. El Bolo does not allow anyone in the organization to carry guns in his town. And they don't need to when the mob in general is his protection. But I notice Thug A fingering something inside his jacket.

The Thugs have now taken up position at the side door behind the counter and the front door, Pedro is nowhere to be seen, and the steaks are still cooking. Time to move. But before I can get clear of the table, I see Eduardo motioning for someone behind me, and as I turn around to defend myself from the silent direction of attack, I look directly into the eyes of a bitch.

She stands there smirking at me with what looks like a .44 in her hand. But it isn't pointed at me. Ronnie Van Zant was right when he talked about staring down one, and I hoped I never had that experience again, especially tonight.

"Looks clear boss", Lady said.

I spun around and stared at Eduardo. "You know this bitch???"

Eduardo ignored the question and sat down in the chair across from the one I had just hastily vacated. "Sit down, Mendozza. We have some things to discuss. And I smell steak."

I turn back around to check my distance from the she-snake, but she is already moving to take up position on my left at the table. A third Thug moves in through the back door. This is too much protection for Eduardo in his own town, something is not right.

"Why is she here, and why in the hell do I have scars on my face if she works for YOU?"

"Shut up Mendozza and listen. This young lady has been working for me since her grandfather was killed. You mentioned yesterday that he didn't have anymore eyes and ears. I've known her for years, she's on our side now."

"What is this 'SIDEs' horseshit and why did she have me jumped if she IS on our side?"

Lady laughed. "You were supposed to be killed, but I just let them beat your clumsy ass. I have some pull with Bandito's older boys. I am officially here checking things out for Guillermo Fernandez since I have a cousin that lives in town."

"Fernandez isn't happy with just Tuxtepec, he wants the entire cartel in southern Mexico for himself," said El Bolo. "We're about to get hit."

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what a time to leave off

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