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First published July 18, 2016
“Every woman wants a master.”
Further into the valley is safe. It’s the forgotten land. All the signs are in Spanish. Residential streets are kept nice by the occupants, alone. The businesses are the opposite. They’re rundown, graffiti-covered, bar-protected pieces of crap. No corporate or government money comes to take care of the place or the people. They got here, they crossed the border, now they have to fend for themselves. And I get it. But when you see it in person, it’s a shitty sight. The dive we pull into makes the place we just left look like luxury. But we all know the truth. No one will bother us here. And the cops wouldn’t look for white guys in ‘Little Mexico.’
She’s exotic. A firecracker.
I watch ‘Alice’ go to the kitchen window to talk to men who look like they could be my family. And there they are slaving away for minimum wage. I will never do that.
Shoving the photograph into the girl’s terrified face, I keep my voice hushed, as I demand, “Where is he? You recognize him! I can see the fear in your eyes!”
But I found him. He’s here. Not in this restaurant even though he owns it. But he lives not far from where I stand. I can almost smell the rank odor of his cologne, I’m so close. Standing here in the tiny section that separates the back alley door and the rear entrance to the kitchen, I pull out my gun and point it at her. “No more lies. Do I look like a patient woman to you?”

