SEVENTEENThe Agua Verde police station was empty except for Trick Delgado and his best friend, Big Jim Bullock. After reviewing the tape from Jia Wong’s store one more time, Trick ejected it from the player and slid it back into its box. “What a crappy way to spend Sunday morning. But it beats the hell out of sleeping it away on a hard church pew. Which reminds me, where did you end up sleeping last night?” He gave Jim a wink.
“In my bed.”
“Could’a fooled me the way the electricity was flying.”
“You can tell Ingrid she hit a home run. Jennifer’s a real cutey. But I don’t want to rush things.”
“Rush things? The entire male population would kill for what you’ve got and you’re letting it go to waste. Women get a sniff of that testosterone level and trip over each other just trying to get
