CHAPTER 37
Twenty minutes later Powell nosed the Bronco into the crowded parking lot of an East Oakland Latin club called Bahia. He circled the lot until found a space in the back, then killed the engine and looked up at the blazing neon marquee:
Live Onstage! Adelita Santos, La Soldadera!
Powell had no idea who she was, but figured she was some kind of star. There was a life-size cutout of Adelita Santos by the door in case anyone missed the marquee. It depicted a voluptuous, middle-aged Latina woman with glossy black hair and dark eyes. She wore a colorful peasant blouse and a long black dress. Ammo belts were slung across her breasts, and she wore pistols in holsters on her hips.
She reminded Powell of the pictures he had seen in a magazine of the female soldiers, or soldaderas, who
