Lionel White’s 1974 novel, The Mexico Run, was published towards the end of White’s career. It features a Vietnam veteran, Mark Johns, who has returned back to the States with dreams of making a bundle of cash through a couple of runs down to Mexico to get some Acapulco Gold and sell it to a distributor in San Francisco. He figures it’s easy money and any amateur can make it big. However, he soon finds its more Midnight Express and less Cheech and Chong. Indeed, Johns soon finds himself plunging down the well into the concentric circles of hell. He’s climbed onboard the express train to despair and there’s no way off.
Johns has his scheme all worked out. He’s got a name he will use as an introduction, a fast car, the ability to talk anyone into chartering him a boat, and an old friend he hasn’t seen in fifteen years who can lend a hand. What he forgets is he’s one guy and he’s all on his own with no backup. And he’s headed for a wild ride of corruption and arm twisting and dealing with people who will take everything dear to him and break it apart just to prove they are the boss.
Indeed, his only partner is a young girl who he rescued from a border motel where she was being kept and abused. Now he can’t get rid of her and the corrupt officials in Ensenada are going to use her to get to him. Mostly she’s there for comic relief, an innocent who doesn’t get that the world is filled with evil.
This novel works really well because White really captures Johns’ narrative voice, his confidence, and his shock and surprise when he finds he has become little more than a marionette being played by others and he’s got himself and everyone he cares about in a mess of trouble.