CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
For no explainable reason, I make a stop at the Arizona State Prison located on the banks of the Gila River. It's a tough prison, maybe the toughest in the USA.
I’m ushered into a large office. Warden Franks comes around his desk to meet me. Six foot one, he’s a fit and trim fifty-five years old with the build of a middle linebacker. His close cropped hair is silver and his eyes have a steely glint.
"This visit is unexpected. I haven't seen you since the Gonzales brothers were executed. What brings you down to this heavenly spot on the beautiful Gila River?"
I have to laugh, since the "beautiful Gila River" only has water in it during flood time. "I'm on my way back to Phoenix. I spent the morning with Frank Hernandez down at the Border Patrol, trying to find out if a
