McAllen“S
o what do we know at this point?” Shake walked into the big room fresh from a two-hour nap he’d managed after arriving at Joaquin Sutler’s spread late in the day. Stokey, Manny Chavez, and Carlotta Valdez were all gathered around a large-scale map of northern Mexico that was pinned to a wall.
“It’s like I told you on the phone, Shake. My uncle heard some explosions south of his place and went to take a look. He says there are five guys playing with dynamite or something, most of them armed and all of them look just like the first batch he spotted. They’re doing about the same kind of thing, he says.”
“And he thinks two of the five are Mexicans?” Shake poured coffee from a jug on the bar and joined the crowd around the map. Someone had drawn a circle around a little pueblo call
