Chapter XVJuarez, Chihuahua
Mexico
March 18, 2012
“You will all kneel before me,” Jimmy said to his pale reflection. His grating laugh morphed to wheezing, choppy coughs as he straightened his bowtie in the full-length mirror, head tottering with arrogance. He puffed up the handkerchief in the tuxedo's top pocket. Smoothed his thinning hair.
“You do look like a king,” Hector said, standing behind him in a similar tux, dark hair slicked back from his chubby face. “Nice to be out of uniform, eh?”
“The police uniform is just a mask to conceal our royalty from those that would conspire against us,” Jimmy replied with a British accent. He turned to look at his partner, lowered his voice. “I told you we'd get our due. Didn't I tell you? That greaser was our ticket.”
“Yeah, Jimmy. You said
