Chapter 33Puerto Peñasco, Mexico, 2006"It's the fuckin' KKK," said Drill, storming toward the flaming clothesline pole. "They're burnin' a fuckin' cross in my yard."
"I don't understand," said Crystal, stumbling along after him in what looked like a drunken daze.
Drill stopped and stood a few yards from the fiery cross. "I didn't know they had the fuckin' KKK in Mexico." He was barefoot and shirtless, wearing nothing but baggy bluejeans.
Seeing him without a shirt did nothing for Cary's morale. Drill pumped a lot of iron and had too many muscles for his own good.
Hopefully, El Yucatango could handle him, and Cary wouldn't have to find out first-hand how hard those muscles could hit.
From his hiding place behind a dune to one side of the yard, he watched and waited for the right mo
