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dark green Jeep Wrangler Unlimited made one slow circuit of the town square and then turned onto North Commerce Street. It was a balmy hour in the late afternoon, so the two men in the vehicle had the windows rolled down. They could smell the hickory smoke from Black’s barbecue just a half block to their left.
“Dude, we gotta get us some barbecoa tonight.” The stocky man behind the wheel braked for a stop sign at the Market St. intersection and sniffed at the fragrant air. Despite the weather, he was wearing a windbreaker. The man next to him insisted that he hide what he could of the telltale MS-13 ink covering most of Chico Sandoval’s upper body. Many of the tats were applied while Chico was doing a nickel in Huntsville and they were on file with state cops.
“After we get to
