“So, if the lawyer was getting the goods from Mexico, whose idea was it to set up shop in that old mine?” Jim asked, twirling a pencil between his fingers.
“Pomeroy’s. And I have to admit it was a brilliant scheme.” I went on to explain how ramped up security at the Arizona/Mexico border was making it more and more difficult for the cartels to get their loads into the States. Increased arrests and confiscation of large amounts of contraband by Border Patrol units and other federal agencies were affecting Darren Pomeroy’s supply, and he began to worry that the escalating network of contacts could eventually lead back to him. “That’s when he came up with the ingenious idea of producing the stuff himself,” I said. “But he needed to find a location way off the grid. The Thunderbolt M
